Shen Haoran moved cautiously through the corridor, his senses on high alert, terrified the Godslaying Crossbow would fire without warning.
Soon, Shen Haoran reached the dead man's side. The others held their breath, afraid to break his concentration. The air in the corridor seemed to freeze, the atmosphere thick with tension.
"I feel it. The Godslaying Crossbow is gathering Spiritual Power!" Changmao had shed its usual lazy demeanor and grown serious, its fur bristling as it focused all its senses on the crossbow's activity.
"Right." Shen Haoran let out a long breath, stopping on the same line as the corpse.
'Be careful!' Elder Yan cautioned him mentally.
"I know." With that, Shen Haoran lifted his right foot and gently stepped forward...
The instant Shen Haoran's right foot moved, a frantic roar from Changmao echoed in his mind. "Danger! Move!"
