The air inside the water plant was stifling and heavy, suffocatingly silent.
Abandoned equipment loomed like dormant steel beasts, and the intersecting pipes resembled coiled pythons.
In the depths of darkness, dim red lights gradually illuminated.
These were countless pairs of eyes with no warmth.
Whispers arose from all directions, piercing like insects gnawing on rusty metal.
It was as if they were communicating, or perhaps enraged by the prey's insolent resistance.
Fang Cheng could not understand the syllables, but he clearly sensed the malice contained within.
The brief shock subsided, and an inexplicable excitement surged from deep within his heart.
Fang Cheng raised his arms, bent his legs slightly, and instinctively assumed a standard combat stance.
Then, his gaze locked onto that peculiar red light:
"Since you are so obstinate, bring it on!"
Before the words had finished, his legs suddenly exerted force.
