Upon entering, the inside was not the imagined cave hall, but a narrow passageway leading deep underground.
The air was bone-chillingly cold, filled with a strong scent of decaying dust.
The stone gate behind them silently closed its crack after their entry, as if it had never been opened.
The front was plunged into complete darkness, even the divine thought was suppressed by a certain power, severely limiting its extension, making it blurry and unclear.
"Be careful, the real test is just beginning." Le Miao whispered, forming a small cluster of gentle yet incredibly penetrating wind lamp in his hand, barely illuminating a few yards ahead.
The end of the corridor suddenly opened up, revealing a massive blood-red space.
The ground was densely filled with rusted but resentful spirit howling ancient blades and giant axes, their edges facing upwards, cold light gleaming.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and the aura of the Death Law.
