Far back in the subterranean labyrinth, the first corridor had already exacted a bloody toll.
Du Sha stood amidst the smoking ruins of ancient floor tiles, his pale face darkened with icy rage.
Around him lay the scorched, riddled remains of two low-tier demonic puppets he had used as cannon fodder to trigger the death maze.
Clatter... hiss...
Razor-sharp bone-rotting needles, deflected by the twin brothers' heavy venom-coated sabers, littered the dark dragon-scale slate.
"Useless trash," Du Sha spat, glaring at the butchered puppets.
"To think an ancient tomb's outer ward would harbor such dense Seven-Kill Corpse Needles."
Ou Hu wiped a streak of corrosive gray venom from his broad blade, his bald, tattooed scalp glistening with grease and sweat.
"Senior Brother Du, the mechanism was tripped ahead of us. Look at the severance marks, someone bypassed the pressure runes with pure speed and precision not long ago."
