"Miss Mo, we've arrived."
By the time Rong Dahao led the group to Spirit-Melting Marsh, the thunderous sounds of battle within had already become deafening.
A great formation of rosy mist blocked their way.
Clearly, the direction they had come from was not where Yu Zhiwen had opened the formation gate.
Zhao Tai, the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked man following behind, was instantly frightened by the sounds of fighting.
"Brother Hao, someone's already gone in?"
"Could the guardian have returned already? That earthquake just now..."
"Shh!"
Rong Dahao raised a finger, signaling for silence.
"Are you stupid?"
"A battle means there are already two beings inside who can contend against each other."
"At a time like this, if you don't sneak in while you can, what are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for what? Waiting until the battle ends, until the guardian is staring at you, before you skip over there and offer yourself up as food?"
Zhao Tai's face immediately turned green.
"But..."
"There's no but!"
Rong Dahao cut him off. Turning back to look at the equally uneasy crowd, he secretly shook his head.
If these fools did not enter White Cavern prepared to die, then why had they come at all? Were they not simply wasting their precious White Cavern slots?
"Miss Mo..."
When his gaze returned to the white-dressed woman, who remained as serene as ever, Rong Dahao inwardly praised her.
Now this was bearing! This was true calm amid crashing waves! Even he had some concerns about the unknown situation within.
Yet this woman, holding a little bronze incense burner with wisps of incense drifting from it—
Judging from her appearance, she did not display the slightest fluctuation.
"Miss Mo, fighting inside means that the mist formation before us has already been breached."
"The formation is vast. Even