The overpowering stench of corpses, the sourness of decay, and the rotting odor that even disinfectant couldn't cover.
Once inside, the tall, skinny man hurriedly pressed the close button, as if every extra second was unbearable agony.
As the elevator doors slowly closed.
Fang Qingyu manipulated the Eternal Night Territory, once again silently "seeping" in like flowing water.
The elevator descended once more.
This time, the descent seemed to take longer.
The foul odor filling the elevator made both the fat and tall, skinny man gag a few times uncontrollably.
"Damn it, this smell... I lose years off my life every time I come here!" complained the fat man.
The tall, skinny man responded in a muffled voice, "Just endure it, we're almost there."
Finally, the elevator stopped again.
Before the door was fully open, an intense, rotting stench, mixed with an extreme foul odor, slammed into them like a physical hammer.
"Ugh—!"
