"Be careful!" exclaimed Lin Yue.
Before they had a chance to catch their breath, a chilling creaking sound suddenly emanated from the walls. Immediately following that, sharp spikes shot out from the walls like arrows leaving their strings, whistling through the air as they hurtled toward them. The spikes glistened with a cold light, reminiscent of the scythe of Death, ready to impale anyone with the slightest misstep.
Shen Jingqi reacted swiftly, his eyes becoming sharp instantly. He grabbed Lin Yue's hand and pulled her forcefully to the side. They quickly sidestepped, moving as nimbly as leopards. The spikes whooshed past their bodies, embedding deeply into the ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.
