Sensing the aura underground, Iron Mountain Tiger and the others were all startled.
"Such dense Yin Qi—it must be a great tomb."
"Not simple..."
A trace of excitement even appeared in Smiling Face's eyes.
"No time to lose. Shall we enter the tomb?" Iron Mountain Tiger asked.
Everyone turned to look at Mo Hua. After all, this "Black-Faced Fiend" wearing a Ghost Mask was the Grave Leader of this expedition.
Mo Hua nodded. "Alright. I'll lead the way."
With that, he was the first to jump into the burial pit.
Iron Mountain Tiger and the others were all stunned. The Grave Leader was supposed to take the lead, yes, but without identifying qi, listening to the wind, smelling the soil, or taking any protective measures, he had simply jumped straight into the tomb without a word. That was a little too "tiger-like." They had never seen anyone lead the way like this before...
The few of them shook their heads.
Still, since Mo Hua had jumped in, they did not hesitate either and followed him into the burial pit one after another.
Inside the burial pit, everything was pitch-black.
Mo Hua landed first. He sealed his breath with Lingli, but the Yin fiendish aura around him poured in like icy water, making him shudder despite himself.
Once the chill receded somewhat, Mo Hua released his Divine Consciousness to survey his surroundings. He sensed a maze of twisting passageways, an eerie gloom, and the faint scent of raw earth drifting through the air.
It was like a sinister "ice cellar" sealed away by an Earth Array.
Even the aura of the Earth Vein seemed to have changed.
Only then did Mo Hua understand why, when he had been aboveground, he had drawn an edict yet still could not summon Land Duke.