Zhang Chen, the Saber of Severing Teeth strapped to his back, ran swiftly through the winding, narrow passage ahead. Just as he had predicted, there were only two Forks in the Road ahead. What awaited him next was likely a creature of astonishing strength.
However, there were still several crucial points about the Apostle Assessment that Zhang Chen did not understand, nor could he connect them to the current situation.
The current state of the tomb had nothing to do with the three doors Zhang Chen had previously faced concerning physical abilities.
Occasionally, zombies lay in the middle of the narrow passage, black mist leaking from between their teeth. However, creatures of this level could not withstand the divine weapon in Zhang Chen's hand. Once their core heads were severed, they died swiftly.
Yet the simpler the assessment seemed, the stranger Zhang Chen felt.
"Zombies on this level are even weaker than the ones initially used to test my abilities. They have no possibility of mutation and are scattered too sparsely for them to surround me. This doesn't feel like an assessment at all. The eerie feeling hasn't faded in the slightest. What have I failed to notice?"
After traveling for some distance, Zhang Chen increased his speed to the limit, intending to reach the deepest part of the tomb sooner.
"Wait, this is!"
After Zhang Chen had traveled for nearly half an hour and killed roughly a hundred zombies, he abruptly stopped and rolled up the sleeve on his left arm.
A jet-black line had spread from his wrist all the way to his elbow. Throughout the entire process of being tainted by black mist, Zhang Chen's body had not given him the slightest sensation. With the Heroic Spirit Sub-soul Stone, it should have been impossible for Zhang Chen