The players were trapped under the stairs, with the giant beast standing high above at the stairway entrance. Against the light, they couldn't make out its fur color or facial features, only a massive silhouette.
Its two front paws lifted, its size comparable to an adult Siberian tiger, casting a shadow over all the players on the stairs.
The instinctive fear of large carnivores buried in their bones rendered the players in the front row, closest to the beast, momentarily incapable of moving.
The most terrifying thing for the players wasn't the beast's massive body or the oppressive growl from its throat, but rather the highly corrosive saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.
Like concentrated sulfuric acid, even just a few drops would instantly corrode a palm-sized dent in the floor.
If that saliva fell on a face, wouldn't half of it be melted through, leaving a hole instantly?
This realization plunged Han Feng, at the very front, into extreme terror.
