The man raised the hammer in his hand, shattered the ice with a single blow, then smashed it heavily into the door.
Boom!
That one strike shattered the door on the spot.
Standing nearby and watching, Ye Qian instinctively took out an earplug.
It was just too loud.
"Ha ha ha, that's it?"
The man was clearly disdainful. He strode inside. "Over the past few decades, I've seen who knows how many tomb raiders discover treasures underground and step into the threshold of the Holy Spirit Rank. Never thought it would be my turn today."
He swaggered into the passage before them. From afar, his voice carried over. "Little girl, don't tell me you're scared? Hurry up and follow me."
Ye Qian let out a breath and slowly followed him.
Beyond the passage was a relatively open space. As expected, a large number of zombies lay scattered around.
Seemingly sensing the approach of outsiders, the motionless corpses all rose to their feet.
"Holy shit, so much Mithril? What's with this tomb owner? I heard that even the most dangerous ancient tombs only had a few tomb guardians..."
The tomb owner was dead, after all. No matter how many traps had been designed, after tens of thousands of years, this place should have become less dangerous. After all, no dead person could possibly be more terrifying than when they were alive. So many years had passed; logically, this tomb should have been easy to rob.
But when more than twenty Mithril Rank zombies began moving, the man's expression turned extremely grim.
Whoosh—
The instant the first zombie fully came alive, green light shone from its eyes. Its entire body then shot toward him like a cannonball, arriving before him in an instant.
The zombie's fist suddenly swung at extreme speed. The