Having said that, it floated toward the high part of the cave, still beneath that round aperture, saying in a cheerful tone:
"The second round of the game is about to begin. Players have one minute to prepare. The countdown begins, 59, 58, 57, 56..."
The air seemed to freeze.
Hatred, anger, pain, heartbreak, in the biting countdown, they all became worthless.
All emotions were suppressed by the threat of death.
People scattered, their faces expressionless, looking for suitable places to hide.
"50, 49, 48…"
Shen Mo scanned his surroundings, contemplating whether to switch Bai Youwei's location. Then, Bai Youwei grasped his arm and pointed toward a shell nearby.
All the snails here are empty shells, half of their openings sunk into the mud, the other half exposed, like a semi-circular door. By leaning inside, she could vaguely see the space stretching inward.
