The crowd shivered in unison, as if unseen eyes in the darkness were watching them.
"Should we... retreat first?"
A thin cultivator in the team suggested tremulously, his Daoist robe already drenched in cold sweat.
Pan Zhuang bit his lip.
"No way! If those two useless people, Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao, can come in, why should we back down? Keep moving forward!"
Despite his words, his steps subconsciously slowed down.
The deeper they went, the stronger the scent of blood became, almost solidifying.
The walls of the cave were splattered with dark red bloodstains, some of which hadn't completely congealed and were slowly sliding down.
Suddenly, Yu Tianyi, who was walking in front, abruptly stopped and let out a scream.
"Oh heavens!"
Pan Zhuang hurriedly stepped forward, the torchlight illuminating the path ahead.
