Deep in the Underworld, on a patch of land that looked utterly ordinary, a scorpion no bigger than a fist was crawling along.
It looked no different from an ordinary little scorpion, except that its black shell bore a few white spots like starlight.
After it crawled for a while, a hand would reach up from underground, grab it, and drag it below.
Then the sound of chewing would come from beneath the ground.
A while after the scorpion disappeared, another identical one would appear on the same path, repeating the process.
This sort of thing was quite common deep in the Underworld. After all, reaching its depths meant entering the mysterious heart of things. Nothing that happened here was particularly strange.
Most people wouldn't pay these things any attention.
When Liu Zhi had first arrived in the depths of the Underworld, he'd ignored them too.
After all, the scorpions didn't even have a level. They were ordinary little beasts, beneath Liu Zhi's notice at his current strength.
The arms that kept reaching up from underground were no different.
On Underworld soil, it would be stranger if nothing strange happened.
With Liu Zhi's strength, as long as he wanted, his aura would automatically make those strange things retreat as he passed.
So Liu Zhi and his companions paid them no mind, continuing deeper into the Underworld.
But it wasn't long before they realized something was wrong.
They had run into a Ghost Wall.
"We've been here before."
Liu Zhi watched the scorpion struggle forward and said calmly, quite certain of himself.
"A Ghost Wall?" Amanet glanced around and understood what Liu Zhi meant.
They'd already seen this exact scene three times. It was understandable that they hadn't noticed the first or second time, but if they failed to react after