Chapter 994: Jin, Don’t Be Afraid

Threatening low growls came from their mouths, yet not a single one ran down.

A gloomy, piercing wind swept over; Gu Dehao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Something was wrong with the situation before them, but for them it was a very good position.

"Brother Hao, let’s pull out."

A middle‑aged man about the same age as Gu Dehao spoke in a low voice.

Gu Dehao had the same idea: "Good. Everyone stay alert, move lightly."

Everyone’s footsteps retreated in unison, orderly and perfectly in sync.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

"Awooo awooo awooo!!!!"

"Aaaaooooo!!!!"

They had just stepped back when the beasts on the mountaintop howled, sounding furious and agitated to the extreme.

Perhaps their act of leaving had completely enraged the beasts.

A figure on the mountaintop came charging down like mad.

"Run!"

Gu Dehao shoved the men beside him, barking a stern order.

Still, no one ran.

Even the two subordinates he had pushed away quickly stepped back to their original positions.

"Bang bang!!"

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Gunshots rang out.

The beast that had charged down dropped one after another with the gunfire.

It was like a signal.

The beasts on the mountaintop swarmed down like a hive.

Gu Dehao and his people were very accurate shots; they took down the beasts that were about to reach mid‑slope, preventing them from rushing all the way down.

The howls of the beasts, mingled with the dense gunfire, echoed across Death Valley.

This was destined to be a restless night.

A few kilometers from Death Valley, several off‑road vehicles came speeding in.

The Kunlun gale howled as it blew.

Sitting in the car, Gu Jin snapped upright from An Mingji’s arms the moment the first gunshot sounded.

She stared toward the patch of darkness ahead, her pupils quivering slightly: "Th‑that’s gunfire!"

Her tone was laced with undeniable panic and worry.

An Mingji leaned forward, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and said to the driver in a deep voice, "Faster!"

The speed picked up, already pushed to its limit.

An Mingji held Gu Jin close, sensing the faint tremor in her body, and soothed her in a low voice: "Uncle Gu is very skilled. He’s definitely going to be fine."

"Hurry, faster..."

Gu Jin clutched at An Mingji’s clothes, her voice full of fearful unease.

Death Valley was the Gate of Hell. No matter past life or present life, round after round of countless explorers who ventured into Kunlun Death Valley for secrets had all met with no return.

It was the place where life ends, the graveyard of countless living things, steeped everywhere in the stench of death, chilling to the bone.

Gu Dehao and his group had gone in, and no one knew what they would encounter inside.

With her father’s life and death unknown inside, how could Gu Jin not be afraid.

If it weren’t a danger that threatened their lives, guns would never have gone off.

The people from Short Country hadn’t gone in—what had they run into in there?

Gu Jin’s heart was pounding wildly, about to leap out of her chest.

"Okay, okay—"

An Mingji clasped the hand that was gripping his clothes, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and drew her whole body into his embrace.

This was the first time he had seen Gu Jin on the verge of tears.

The worry in her brows and eyes stirred both ache in his heart and a jealousy he could not put into words.

An Mingji’s gaze was filled with icy cold; the painting‑like features of his face were set in stark frost.

The driver and the subordinate in the passenger seat felt the suffocating, bone‑deep danger spreading off the Young Master.

The Young Master was angry—and every time that happened, blood would be spilled.

They were An Mingji’s close confidants; they knew this master’s temper all too well.

Even with that dangerous aura around him, An Mingji held Gu Jin in his arms, his voice uncommonly gentle: "A‑Jin, don’t be scared. Nothing will happen."

Gu Jin leaned against his chest, a fierce glint hidden in her brows and eyes.