"Shh—lighter..."
Lighter...
"Even lighter..."
In the pitch-black sewer, Dai Lian shushed Gong Yan, who was following behind him.
He needed a very quiet environment to be able to hear the movements of the evil creatures with his own ears.
This world wasn't quite reasonable. Normally, the game would directly determine the interaction between one's attributes and the environment, possibly with a fluctuating value influencing the outcome, and if the determination passed, it would directly present the target within a white circle or outlined shape on the screen.
But here... there was no system assistance, no display on screen.
[It's like I've traveled to another dimension...]
Dai Lian muttered internally, his ears receiving every slight noise like sonar.
The twanging sound of steel rebar expanding and contracting with heat... The dripping sound of cold condensation beads falling...
