On the pitch-black cliffside, the late autumn breeze carried a hint of coolness.
But for Kane and his people, this coolness was merely an embellishment of autumn.
As soon as the three heard the quiet words, they immediately became interested and gathered around.
Kane directly asked, "What do you mean by what you just said, that the person transmitting the information knows us, is aware of our existence, and even knows we have entered the World Ring?"
Knowing they had entered the World Ring was hardly a secret among the explorers, it was almost universally known.
But the enemy used the technology of the Gobi Ruins and a special signal frequency to transmit the information to Kane.
"The one transmitting the signal, is it the Dungeon consciousness from the Gobi Ruins we encountered a long time ago, that big iron head?"
Besides this, Kane had no idea who else it could be; racking his brain, Kane could only think of this one target.
