After more than 300 years, many things have corroded and weathered away, but the coarse rocks have ultimately remained.
Chen Jian did not hesitate and immediately ordered everyone to regroup and redeploy, advancing gradually in the direction indicated by the arrows on the rocks.
They were forced deeper into the mycelial forest, and the concentration of toxic gases began to rise gradually.
Chen Jian kept a close eye on the changing values on his smart goggles, then opened his mouth to give orders:
"Everyone, reduce your breathing rate to extend the usage time of your air tanks as much as possible."
"Those without air tanks, try to hold your breath. If you can't hold on, share an air tank with someone nearby."
"Understood!"
No one questioned his orders, and they were quickly executed.
Tactical flashlights shone, beams penetrating the dense mycelial forest, interlacing with the faint fluorescence at the bases of the stalks.
