Iron Head Skill (3/3)

Though they were said to be nearing the bottom, it was nearly another day of descent before Zhou Heng became the first to reach the cave floor, his feet finally planted on solid ground.

This was an enormous space. The place where he stood was at one end, blocked off by a vast wall of rock. To make an analogy, the entire space was like a pit dug into the ground, and he was now standing at one end of that pit.

There had to be a ceiling overhead, yet streaks of multicolored light flashed across the sky from time to time like lightning, cutting off all senses. Standing here, one simply had no idea how high the sky was!

"Put this young lady down already!" Bing Xiulan repeatedly smacked Zhou Heng's shoulder.

Zhou Heng casually set her on the ground. He swept his gaze around, filled with curiosity about this place.

A large group of people descended after them, including Zhou Tong and Black Donkey. They both came to Zhou Heng's side and, like him, gazed out across this unfamiliar underground world.

"Just what kind of place is this?" Black Donkey muttered.

"There's a tragic, murderous aura here!" Zhong Gufeng had somehow walked over. Fanatical fighting intent flickered in his eyes as he gripped a dagger in each hand, his fingers turning white from how tightly he clenched them.

Zhou Heng nodded. Though he was not the King of Slaughter, he also understood the path of slaughter. This place was saturated with terrifying killing intent, as well as strands of indescribable supreme auras that remained powerful even after several million years.

As they spoke, the crowd had already scattered and set out. Everyone had their own thoughts. Staying together might be safer, but it also meant competing with so