Seeing this, Lin Hanyan pinched her fingers, about to cast a spell to investigate the situation outside, but Shen Yinchen stopped her and quickly sent her a warning through Spiritual Sense: "Don't cast any spells!"
"Don't release your Spiritual Sense, either!"
"That Demon's cultivation is too high. Even the slightest trace of aura could expose us!"
Zhao Juanjuan nodded slightly and also sent a warning to her companions through Spiritual Sense: "Keep your auras contained and be careful!"
As she spoke, she carefully pushed the door open a crack. She did not go out right away, but peered outside through the narrow gap.
A dim corridor stretched beyond. It was utterly silent, and all they could see was a bone fire across the way, burning quietly in a lamp made from a skull.
After holding their breath and listening for a moment, Zhao Juanjuan confirmed that no one was outside. Only then did she cautiously push the door all the way open.
Not a sound escaped throughout the entire process.
The four women stepped out of the cabin and saw an extremely deep corridor, with door after door lining both sides.
Pairs of bone fires were embedded in the walls, casting a shifting, indistinct glow.
Every door was tightly shut. Some were plain, while others were carved with intricate runes and formations. From behind them came muffled roars and banging sounds that made their scalps crawl.
The four women warily surveyed their surroundings and quickly communicated through Spiritual Sense. "This flying vessel is enormous. Besides that Demon Pei Ling, there may well be other Demonic Cultivators aboard."
"Be extremely careful from here on!"
"Don't make a sound."
"We don't have much time. We need to get out of here."
"Once we leave the cabins and reach the deck, we can