When Mu Fan entered the crevice, he discovered that the space below was incredibly spacious. It was a huge corridor, and standing inside wearing exoskeleton armor, there was still more than a meter of space above his head to the rock wall, and the width was a good five or six meters.
Now the two of them stood side by side in the corridor, paved with reddish-brown color. White Hair felt the quiet atmosphere around them and whispered, "What kind of ghost place is this? It looks so sinister." After speaking, he pulled down his goggles, and a faint orange glow lit up.
"We'll walk inside for 15 minutes; once Captain Luo's specified time is up, we'll return."
"At least you have a conscience."
Mu Fan did not buckle down the face shield of the tactical helmet; his eyes in the dark were the best night vision devices. When the bushes covered the entrance again, the place became pitch black.
The two of them moved forward slowly, one after the other.
