His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, as fast as a storm.
The elevator door slowly opened at a very slow speed. Song qingxiao's back was tense, and she held the dagger in front of her chest. She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to look at the elevator door.
She didn't know what she would see when the elevator door opened, nor did she know if the creature that occupied half of the island she was worried about existed in the laboratory.
At this moment, many things flashed through song qingxiao's mind. The unknown gave rise to imagination, and imagination brought fear. That feeling was difficult to accurately describe in words.
As the elevator door swayed and slid to the side, a large amount of cold air gushed in through the gap in the elevator.
