He Ao did not make a move, but instead let out a soft cough, as fresh blood seeped from his wound.
Thud—thud—thud—
Enormous sounds came from beyond the metal door, indicating that some irritable creature with many tentacles was 'knocking'.
The person behind him did not speak but stopped at a certain distance from He Ao. That intense rigidity, tinged with a hint of fatigue, began to assault He Ao's consciousness.
He Ao felt himself gradually losing control over his body.
He struggled to turn around and look behind him. What came into view was a man dressed in pure black, with a face as sharp as if it had been carved by a knife.
Naturally, He Ao recognized this man—it was the 'Tomb Guardian' who had encountered the Speech Master on the ship.
The Tomb Guardian looked at He Ao with an icy gaze, clenching in his hand a crystal ball about ten centimeters in diameter, swirling with deep purple mist inside.