Twelfth Floor of the Endless Abyss, [Twelve Trees]
Lis looked at Stephens, who was trapped not far away, and was preparing to go over directly.
However, a sudden voice next to him made Lis's hair stand on end.
To guard against any traps Demogorgon might have prepared, Lis had been constantly vigilant of his surroundings.
Yet, whether it was his dispersed spiritual power or the pre-cast reconnaissance magic, there was no feedback at all.
Who could evade his detection, even to the point of already being by his side?
This was certainly a rather dangerous situation for Lis.
Lis slowly turned to look, only to see a figure now standing by a rock about ten meters away.
It seemed like a seemingly normal young man.
He was bare-chested, with a bronzed and robust chest gleaming faintly in the dim light.
His lower body was simply wrapped in a black robe.
The robe was coarse in texture, casually tied around his waist, and billowed slightly with his subtle movements.
