Chen Lin stood at the cave entrance for a while, then turned and left.
He returned to Black Horn City and wandered around for over ten days. Figuring that the group should have come out by now, no matter how deeply they had explored, he returned to the cave.
First, he took out a Crow Puppet and sent it flying inside to scout. Only then did he follow it in.
There was no light inside the cave. It was dark and damp, and the ground was uneven.
But none of that posed a problem for a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. He took out a luminous stone and proceeded by its faint glow.
The cave twisted and wound, descending all the way.
The Crow Puppet led the way, with Chen Lin following behind. As he ventured deeper, beads of water appeared on the rock walls on either side, while pools of stagnant water filled the hollows underfoot.
Besides that, he discovered that the deeper he went, the more chilling it became. This was no ordinary drop in temperature, but a cold that seemed to seep into his divine soul.
"Kee! Kee!"
Suddenly, a series of strange cries came from deep within the cave.
The sound was not only piercing; it also made his divine soul shudder.
Then several monsters resembling oversized bats appeared in the Crow Puppet's field of vision.
Chen Lin was about to recall the puppet when its vision abruptly cut off. The Crow Puppet had been destroyed.
But he was now a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and this slight damage to his spiritual sense had no effect on him. He suspended his upper-grade spiritual tool, the Red Fire Sword, before him, then slashed as the first dark shape charged at him!
Bang!
The sword light descended, but there was no