Gray mist was bounded by the entrance hall.
When Zong Shen passed beneath the plaque of Dark Yama Hall, he was met by profound darkness.
With the night vision granted by Enhanced Vision, he could barely make out the vague outline of the main hall within. Other than that, he could see nothing at all.
His keen senses were also greatly weakened after entering the hall.
The situation here was completely different from outside. This was clearly the home ground of [Dark Yama King Ming].
After overcoming the slight discomfort caused by the sudden weakening of his senses, Zong Shen walked forward more than ten meters before slowly coming to a stop.
The more than eight hundred soldiers behind him followed in formation.
Up to this point, they were merely supporting characters.
They were nothing more than chips Zong Shen had brought to secure a high score.
If leading troops in allowed him to earn more points based on the number of surviving soldiers, Zong Shen would rather have cleared the dungeon solo.
With his demigod-level combat strength, handling a Legendary Tier monster room would be incredibly easy.
Once everyone was in position, the pitch-black hall finally gained a faint trace of light.
About forty or fifty meters ahead of them stood a high platform covered in profound arcane patterns.
The patterns on the platform lit up like strips of lights.
Azure cold light instantly illuminated the dome above, casting bizarre shadows behind them.
Zong Shen looked toward the platform. At the center where all the patterns converged, flickering blue flames danced.
The ghostly blue flames combined with the cold light emitted by the patterns, creating a dreamlike visual effect.
Within the leaping flames, a horse-like yet not quite horse-like figure was gradually taking shape.
Zong Shen's eyes grew brighter