Murphy didn't linger for a moment. He turned and swiftly made his way back to the surface, following the winding fissure he had come down.
His steps were light as he hurried along the path, a mix of rugged rock walls and faint, dark red light.
He kept his Qi completely suppressed. Pushing the effects of Thousand-Faced Illusion and the Shadow Ring to their limits, his form nearly became an uncatchable phantom in the dim light, melting into his surroundings.
The dark red light of the sky began to filter into the fissure from the outside, signaling that he was getting closer to the surface exit.
However, just as he was about to reach the exit, a strange noise filtered through the winding rock walls, faintly reaching his ears.
At first, it was a sound from the far distance—a chorus of hisses and low roars, rising and falling, so dense it was enough to make one's skin crawl.
It was the clamor of thousands upon thousands of beasts roaring at once, a din filled with frenzy and hunger.
