Gu Li waited expressionlessly for a while, and only after confirming that the person had gone far away did her expression change.

With a sullen, cat-like face, she gently inhaled and tossed a wisp of starlight onto her ankle.

After a while, she took out a biscuit from the suitcase, put it in her mouth, and walked forward while munching on it.

The silent, silver passageway bore the marks of battle on its walls, and was teeming with countless mutated insects.

The footsteps coming from around the corner made them slightly restless, accompanied by a series of undisguised creaking sounds.

An invisible pressure spread from the air, and the restless beetles on the ground lay prostrate as if they had lost their breath, respectfully awaiting the arrival of that person.

As the black leather shoes stepped over their bodies, the terrifying figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

They regained their vitality and continued to wait for the next human to escape.

The clattering footsteps suddenly returned. Gu Li's blue eyes swept over the trembling beetle on the ground, and she murmured as she reached out her hand, "I almost forgot."

A massive black figure was suddenly reflected on the silver wall, its menacing black tentacles sweeping across with overwhelming power.

Gu Li squeezed the tentacles wrapped around her hand: "It's okay, come back now."

The clones that He Shiyi created were quite useful; they were obedient and didn't leave any trace of her blood, making them perfect for clearing out the area.

As she took in the gradually revealed corridor, her face turned green for a moment, and the biscuit in her mouth suddenly lost its flavor: "Isn't this a bit too much?"

All the beetles were crushed into a pulp, mixed with a corrosive dark green liquid, which covered the entire corridor.

She turned and quickened her pace, leaving the scene.

The door to the hall appeared far at the end of the corridor. She listened intently for a moment; the silence inside was eerily quiet.

Gu Li shook He Shiyi off his hand, tied him back in his hair, and strode toward the door with a cold expression.

That bug had better behave itself.