Zhuang Yu, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes wide and asked silently, "They're here again?"
Shen Hanxing nodded with a dark face, signaling to Zhuang Yu not to speak. Those people searched very carefully to the point where they could almost tear the land open. As the sound of movement approached them, Shen Hanxing's heart beat faster and faster, and her knuckles turned slightly white from holding the fruit knife tightly.
The movement on the top stopped a step away from their heads. Shen Hanxing held her breath and focused. She felt as though she was being targeted by a pack of wolves. She silently waited for the opportunity to kill them in one strike.
After an unknown amount of time, the person on top moved. The sound of footsteps came forward again, and a black shadow enveloped them. The person's hand decisively lifted the withered branch covering the top.
