'Trying to scare me with a corpse? This guy has really gone to great lengths.'
'He's probably run out of tricks. He conjured a Black Flood Dragon, only for me to dispose of it so easily.'
Tu Xiao'an stepped over the massive corpse. Perhaps it had been incredibly strong in life, strong enough to crush him with ease, but a corpse was just a corpse.
It was dead. 'Unless you can make it rise from the dead for me to see.'
Afterward, Tu Xiao'an followed at the demonic-looking man's heels, continuing down the spacious corridor. The path was clear, though it was lined with branching tunnels. 'Just how many rooms and different areas does this stone temple have? I'm guessing only the man in front of me knows.'
After walking for about a kilometer, the corridor began to curve, and a towering stone door came into view.
The stone door was remarkably exquisite, covered in intricate Sanskrit that seemed to hold some profound meaning.
Not that Tu Xiao'an could understand a single character.
