The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive. Just then, a clutter of hurried footsteps and heavy gasping sounds came from outside.
Professor Qi's heart lurched, and he looked towards the direction of the only passageway exit.
"Old Lin? Why have you come back again?"
Teacher Lin had a somber expression, but given his experience, he didn't react too much. However, the people behind him were different, their faces filled with grief, ashen like death, their expressions brimming with despair.
The three girls, although they didn't know what had happened, understood that the situation was serious; otherwise, the men wouldn't be like this. Fu Min felt her own breathing slow, her hand trembling slightly as she lifted it to cover her mouth in shock.
Qinghe, at this moment, wasn't paying attention to her anomaly, her gaze fixed on her teacher, waiting for him to explain the situation.
Teacher Lin let out a heavy sigh: "There is no way forward."
