The door hadn't vanished, nor had the path.
They could still descend the steps from the platform, and after a few steps, they would reach the door they had entered through.
However.
Through the doorway.
They discovered that the hall outside had changed.
The brilliant lights were gone.
The gilded splendor was gone.
The entire hall had become dark and dilapidated, its floor tiles shattered. Filthy puddles and indescribable refuse littered the floor, resembling rotten meat or mold-covered skin.
Especially that red carpet.
It had turned into a burial shroud dozens of meters long, marked with indistinct stains that looked like blood left behind after wrapping corpses.
However.
Beneath those bloodstains, human-shaped objects were writhing.
It seemed as though corpses were trying to turn over and rise.
But trapped beneath the shroud, they could only struggle frantically, rolling over and over.
"What's going on?"
"How did it turn into this?"
Fang Ying was stunned.
Everything had been fine when they arrived, and they hadn't encountered any danger. Why had things become dangerous after they left?
"We shouldn't have come here."
Don's voice was grave as he surveyed their surroundings, not daring to look up.
"Opening this plaza."
"Triggered a change throughout the entire underground ruin."
"What do we do now?"
He looked at Liu Yuanyuan and asked solemnly, "You're an expert in exploring ruins. You understand them better than either of us. Should we fight our way out now, or stay here and wait for things to change?"
As far as he was concerned.
Naturally, they should retrace their steps as soon as trouble began.
If they encountered evil spirits.
They would simply slaughter their way through!
But their earlier experiences had shown him that this ruin was far from simple. One careless move could land them in a terrible