Tang Yiyi noticed that since that strange smell spread out, Li Zheng and the others were obviously more cautious, Li Zheng even gestured for them to retreat.
As she retreated, she kept a watchful eye on the surroundings. At the same time, Zhao Feng was retreating rapidly along the route defined by Li Zheng, while continuously pressing the spray bottle in his hand.
Wu Tian was lying on the ground sideways, with his ear to the sand, listening to the noises coming from underground. After listening for a while, he suddenly rolled over and jumped up, gesturing to the others while whispering, "Be careful, the things in the hole are coming out!"
As soon as he said this, Zhao Feng immediately capped the spray bottle in his hand and casually fixed it to his waist. Li Zheng's weapon was a slender metal whip, each segment like a twisted triangular spike with a sharp edge. At this moment, he tightly gripped the whip in his hand, ready to strike.
