Kongsang Mountain.
Time passed slowly.
As Qi Hao and the others continued to attack,
bat corpses piled up like mountains, giving off a nauseating stench.
Ye Xuan lightly touched his toes to the ground and drifted across this mountain of corpses and sea of blood like a falling leaf.
Ahead, the four figures were faintly visible in the darkness.
The Six Harmonies Mirror in Qi Hao's hand still gave off a gentle glow, illuminating everything within thirty feet.
In the pitch-black ancient cave, that light was like a moving target.
"What a bunch of greenhorns."
Ye Xuan shook his head and casually slapped a Stealth Talisman on himself.
With a low-level mistake like that, they wouldn't have lasted three chapters in the cultivation webnovels he'd read in his previous life.
It was only because the demonic cult in this world hadn't evolved to the level of those old schemers yet.
The deeper they went, the heavier the yin energy became.
The cave widened, and thick layers of bat droppings covered the floor. They squelched underfoot, like walking through a rotting swamp.
"Everyone, be careful. Something's not right here."
Qi Hao's voice rang out, with a deliberate hint of composure.
He was trying to maintain the dignity of a senior disciple leading the group.
Lu Xueqi gripped the Sky Refiner Sword tightly. Blue swordlight flickered along its edge, making her cool profile look even paler.
Zhang Xiaofan walked at the rear, the Firewood Stick looking rather ridiculous in his hand.
But he held it tightly.
His knuckles had gone white.
This kid had probably never seen anything like this before.
Suddenly,
a speck of red light appeared ahead.
Then two, three...
Until they formed a solid patch.
It was a massive stone stele standing in the middle of the path.
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