The colossal stone slabs ground shut behind Du Sha's group with a muffled, reverberating thud, sealing them into the same subterranean chill that had swallowed Shen Yu earlier.
The corridor stretched downward into the gloom, paved with pitch-black dragon-scale slate and illuminated by the sickly red glow of the embedded glowstones.
Du Sha strode forward with unhurried arrogance, his black serpent tasting the stale air with rapid, rhythmic flicks of its split tongue.
Ou Hu and Ou Ba flanked him closely, their heavy sabers drawn and coated in a venomous sheen that hissed faintly against the petrified stone.
"Keep your senses sharp," Du Sha muttered, his blackened fingernails tapping against his vambrace.
"The of a tier 5 beast will not be handed over freely."
The twins nodded silently, their dark eyes scanning the shadowy murals lining the corridor as they pushed deeper into the tomb.
THUD—
