"Now isn't the time to discuss this."
Long Feijun cut off Wu Haibo's muttering, his tone slightly impatient. "Focus on finding Teacher Lei first!"
"No, now is exactly the time to discuss it. I have a faint premonition that if we fail to see the Ancient Ruins for what they truly are, we'll never find the 'Martial God' Lei Zongchao. We may even be lost forever in this unfathomable Black Mist."
Wu Haibo glanced at Long Feijun and said meaningfully, "By the way, Colonel Long, your mind has already begun to be affected by the Ancient Ruins. You're becoming far too irritable."
"Watch yourself. Control your emotions and thoughts, or the Ancient Ruins will lure you in within minutes, and you'll fall into darkness with no way to pull yourself free."
Long Feijun froze slightly, drew a deep breath, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
Meng Chao and Lü Siya exchanged a glance, both growing wary.
Indeed, the life or death of the "Martial God" Lei Zongchao was extremely important.
But they absolutely could not become obsessed with it.
Otherwise, the strange entity emerging from the Depths of Ancient Ruins might very well imitate the "Martial God" Lei Zongchao and exert all kinds of influence over them.
At that moment, Wu Haibo caught sight of the scarlet afterimage left behind by the Martial God.
A string of scarlet afterimages darted up and down across the rock wall, winding downward along an exceptionally clear route, without lingering or searching too long at any foothold.
That was enough to show—
"It seems that the 'Martial God' Lei Zongchao knows exactly where he is headed."
Shen Yupeng said, "Perhaps even before the Ancient Ruins were sealed, the old man had already encountered some indescribable and utterly unspeakable strangeness