Wu Haibo was the first to climb down into the abyss along a cable.
The ten Black Horn Warriors were all battle-hardened elites. Half of them had graying temples and experience exploring the Ancient Ruins more than a decade ago.
Wu Haibo split them into two groups. He led Group One at the front, while the other brought up the rear.
Meng Chao, Lü Siya, Long Feijun, Shen Yupeng, and the others each clung to a cable and slowly descended into the roiling Black Mist.
In truth, given their skills, the cables were not strictly necessary.
The rock walls on both sides of the underground fissure were covered in countless pockmarks and crisscrossing cracks, like man-made climbing holds. They could easily accommodate dozens, even hundreds, of people climbing up and down at once.
But Wu Haibo told them that these deep marks in the rock had not been carved by human hands.
They were claw marks and shell craters left behind decades ago, when Primordial Demons had tried to rush from hell's exit to the surface and fought fierce battles against human warriors.
Looking at the traces covering the entire rock face—still steeped in the heavy stench of blood and gunpowder decades later—the group's assessment of the Ancient Ruins' danger rose another level.
"What if someone among us really is bewitched by the Ancient Ruins, turns into a half-human, half-ghost monster, crazed as a demon, and tries to return to the surface?"
Someone asked.
"First, the outer casing of these three cables is made from a flexible material with extremely high conductivity. It can instantly release high-voltage currents exceeding ten thousand degrees, ensuring that any Carbon-Based Lifeform clinging to them is electrocuted into a lump of charcoal."
Wu Haibo answered, "After that, the hundreds of explosive points installed inside the