Hot-blooded

Villain Ch 170. Hot-blooded 

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly grew heavy, as if the very air had been sucked out, leaving behind an eerie silence. The usual sounds of dripping water and distant echoes of footsteps faded into oblivion. Player_Eater's sharp gaze darted in all directions, his eyes searching for any sign of movement, while Greg, standing steadfastly by his side, mirrored his unease.

"Where is he?" Player_Eater muttered under his breath, frustration was evident in his voice. His eyes darted around the dimly lit cave, desperately trying to anticipate Allen's next move. Player_Eater had become familiar with Allen's tactics over time. He knew that Allen excelled in stealth and precision strikes.