After finishing investigating the Vicious Ghost.
Jiang Qiao stomped it into a mangled mess, lest it cause trouble.
Although it had already been restricted.
Who knew whether something unusual might happen?
Sometimes.
The wings flapped by an inconspicuous little ghost could stir up a tremendous storm.
They climbed the stairs.
The stretch of road that followed.
The stairs grew narrower and narrower, while the walls on both sides gradually turned pitch-black. Jiang Qiao reached out and found that the walls had completely vanished. Outside the stairs was an endless void, and everyone seemed to be walking along a stairway suspended in empty space.
One after another.
They discovered more corpses along the way.
Some were women.
Some were men.
There were both restricted Vicious Ghosts and corpses of ordinary humans.
The corpses had not rotted.
But it was clear that they had been dead for a long time.
There were no landings along the way.
Nor were there any floors.
The stairs simply spiraled endlessly upward.
After walking for roughly half an hour, an iron door finally appeared ahead. It was three meters high and two meters wide.
The iron door was a single panel.
It was covered in rust.
Its entire surface was pitch-black.
Yang Ling walked over, pressed against the door, and shoved it hard.
"Rumble!"
The door immediately warped and twisted.
Then it collapsed with a crash.
There was nothing left to fear. He had personally come down here, and they had already made it this far, so he was prepared for a battle at any moment. If there were evil entities, he would kill them; if there were none, he would press forward.
With his strength.
And Jiang Qiao accompanying him.
As long as they did not encounter a Demigod-Class powerhouse, there was nothing worth worrying