After circling around to the north, they easily found Ling Shuang's location by following the soul mark.
Unexpectedly, it was not a huge pit but a naturally formed karst cave. There was even an underground waterway running through it.
When they reached the cave entrance, a strange look appeared on Luo Zheng's face.
Logically, Ling Shuang should have been able to sense his presence as well. After noticing Luo Zheng's soul mark approaching, she should not have remained inside the karst cave. There was no hurricane now, so she should have come out to meet him in advance.
Yet the soul mark showed that Ling Shuang had stayed motionless inside the cave all along. This was highly abnormal.
A vague sense of dread welled up in his heart, and Luo Zheng plunged into the karst cave ahead of the others.
The instant he entered the cave, a thick stench of blood assaulted his nose...
His brows shot up, and he quickened his pace even further.
The underground waterway had been dyed red with blood. Some severed limbs and mangled remains had sunk beneath the water—some belonging to humans, others to foreign races.
Chou Xun and the others followed behind. Their expressions turned grim at the sight.
They had entered a similar cave before. Aside from one member of the Liyuan Clan, everyone else had died.
The only good news now was that Ling Shuang's soul mark still existed. She was alive, but it was impossible to say what condition she was in.
"Whoosh..."
Luo Zheng was like a bat darting through the night. No matter how intricate the cave's interior was, he could still pass through it at astonishing speed.
Ling Shuang, please be all right...
Luo Zheng prayed silently in his heart.
After traveling more than a thousand zhang