The pitch-black, eerie passage appeared before everyone, shrouded in black mist, its aura mysterious, impossible to see the end.
For a moment, everyone except Zhao Houcai fell silent.
The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's eyes were bright, fixed on the eerie, endless passage ahead.
Though they had mentally prepared before coming, only when facing it could they feel the deep tremor within their hearts.
It felt as if there was an incredibly terrifying lethal threat within the pitch-black, eerie passage.
Jiang Shi's face was grave, the was already activated, his eyes seemed to penetrate the world's origins, perceiving the mysteries of the heavens and the earth, and he took in the area deep within the passage through layers of darkness.
On the other side of the pitch-black, eerie passage, it seemed like an eternally desolate abyss, within which rows of steps stretched into the distance, filled with unspeakable ominousness and destruction.
