Chen Chuan merely glanced at the ground, twirled his blade, and continued down the metal-plated corridor. He walked at a steady pace, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty factory.
Near the exit, Wei Jun's men heard the footsteps slowly approaching. A sense of terror welled up within them, and cold sweat trickled down their backs as they tensed up.
One man, in his panic, quickened his pace, but he slipped and tumbled some distance. When he came to his senses, he discovered his lower body lying two meters away and began to scream in agony.
The sight horrified the others. Their faces turned pale and their breathing grew ragged, but they didn't dare stop. Their movements simply became shaky and trembling.
But after they had struggled to crawl forward for some time, the footsteps behind them suddenly stopped, seeming to vanish altogether.
"The sounds stopped?"
"What's going on? Did he not follow us? Or did the Combat Mantises get him?"
