Chapter 1873
Fortunately, there was still the Scarlet Mark left behind by the "Martial God," Lei Zongchao.
Like a gleaming beacon in the boundless night, it guided the rescuers onward.
For the rest of the journey, the rescuers climbed with extreme caution.
They kept their eyes fixed for as long as possible on the blazing path the Martial God's Life Magnetic Field carved through the darkness.
And they avoided peering into those crevices that might suck even their souls inside.
Every five minutes, even if nothing unusual happened, they stopped for everyone to conduct a self-check and inspect one another's Physiological Parameter Detection Systems for malfunctions.
In this manner, after continuing downward for roughly half an hour, they had climbed to a depth of about four or five hundred meters below the fissure's exit.
If this had truly been deep within Earth's Core, such a depth would have generated temperatures nearing a hundred degrees and suffocating pressure.
Yet the air here remained cool. Gusts of wind occasionally howled through the darkness, lightly scraping and soaking into the rescuers' skin, flesh, and bones, making them feel as though they were wearing diving suits and gradually sinking into the deepest trench on this planet.
At that moment, Wu Haibo, who had descended the furthest, suddenly stopped.
Ahead of him, the scarlet afterimage tracing the Martial God Lei Zongchao's path, after a dazzling series of leaps and dives across the rock wall, slipped into a long, narrow crack.
Everyone halted before the crack. The beams from their headlamps crisscrossed as they watched helplessly while the scarlet afterimage representing the Martial God was swallowed by darkness in the depths of the fissure.
They looked at one another, shocked and afraid.
"What's going on? Could it be that even the mighty 'Martial God' was tempted