Bar There were only ashes on the ground and the deep entrance of the cave. The cold wind came up from the cave and blew the ashes swirling away.
At the same time.
Dai Mobai kept falling in the deep darkness where I couldn't even see my fingers.
The wind screamed in his ears, and the coldness enveloped him layer by layer, as if countless cold hands stretched out from the darkness and pulled on his robes.
He could feel himself crossing some invisible boundary.
It was like a sticky film wrapped around his whole body. The touch made people tighten their muscles unconsciously, and then suddenly relaxed.
After the film penetrated, the cold feeling was relieved a bit, and there was a dull warmth in the air.
Finally, it was no longer completely dark.
A faint light appeared below, getting bigger and brighter.
Those lights were just a blur at first, like sparks in the distance.
As Dai Mobai falls, it gradually becomes clear.
It was a row of Soul Guidance Lamp embedded in the stone wall, emitting a dark purple light that made the outline of the corridor vaguely visible.
Dai Mobai adjusted his posture, leaned forward slightly, and landed his feet firmly on the ground.
The ground feels hard and cold, like a stone slab that has been worn smooth by countless pairs of feet for countless years.
He stepped on the soles of his feet, and the coolness ran up his bones. He stood up straight and looked up.
This is a long corridor.
The corridor extends diagonally downward, with rough stone walls on both sides, covered with a layer of dark green moss, glowing with moist light under the weak light.
The cold breath blew up from the depths of the corridor, carrying a smell of decay, blood and despair.
The smell couldn't be said to be strong, but it lingered, like the breath of this underground city.
Dai Mobai No pause.
He took a step forward and strode down the corridor.
The footsteps echoed in the narrow space, one after another, steady and firm, seeming to push back the cold atmosphere a bit.
His back was straight, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and he stared directly at the brighter and brighter light ahead.
The wound on his shoulder was still aching, but the dozen Blood Qi absorbed by Blood Demon Flame had stabilized his injury and did not affect his movements.
After walking for about a cup of tea, Dai Mobai suddenly stopped.
He felt something.
Some figures hidden in the darkness were hiding in the shadows on both sides of the corridor, peering at him quietly.
Those breaths were cold and depressing, with a kind of well-trained restraint, unlike ordinary desperadoes.
Their breathing was so shallow that it was almost inaudible, but Dai Mobai's mental perception was so keen, and the faint killing intent was like a fine needle pricking his skin.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from not far away.
The voice was low and cold, as if it was not spoken from a human mouth, but squeezed out of some kind of metal belly, with a mechanical rigidity and indifference.
"Welcome to Slaughter City."
The voice paused, as if giving the newcomer some time to digest.
"This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing."
"Here, you can get everything you want, at the cost of your life."
Dai Mobai stopped and turned his head slightly.
He did not respond in a hurry, but released his mental power.
Invisible spiritual power surged out like a tide, spreading towards the shadows on both sides of the corridor.
However, wherever the mental power touched, I felt a strange obstacle.
The material of this corridor was very special, as if mixed with some kind of ore that could isolate spiritual power, making his perception blurry and stagnant.
But Dai Mobai's mental power is so terrifying.
Although he was blocked by the corridor, he still relied on his extraordinary mental strength to vaguely detect the figures hiding in the darkness.
One hundred and one in total.
One hundred neatly arranged black-armored warriors, and a being riding on a war horse with a more powerful aura.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Dai Mobai sneered without stopping.
He took steps again and continued walking deeper into the corridor.
The voice didn't sound again, but he could feel the eyes in the dark following him, lingering like flies.
After turning a corner, the light in front suddenly brightened.
The light was no longer a dim light, but an almost transparent light with an urban atmosphere.
There were firelights, lamps, and a kind of lavender light that came from nowhere. They were intertwined and illuminated the space in front of them vaguely.
That's an open door.
The door is wide and heavy, made of black metal, with complex and ferocious patterns carved on the door frame.
Skeletons, broken blades, and bloody animal heads were moved to the door like a painting depicting hell.
On the other side of the door, there was a faint noise. It was the murmurs and noises of countless people mixed together, like the deep breathing of some giant creature.
Dai Mobai strode through the portal.
The space on the other side of the portal was much more open than he imagined.
A huge circular square spread out in front of you. The ground was paved with black stone slabs, polished as smooth as a mirror by countless pairs of feet.
At the end of the square is a majestic city gate, completely black and towering into the clouds, giving people an insurmountable sense of oppression.
And on the square--
One hundred and one people stood neatly in formation.
They were all dressed in black armor, and the metal armor plates glowed coldly in the dark purple light.
Even their faces were completely obscured by the helmets, with only dark red light spots showing through the eye slits of the helmets, like the eyes of wild beasts.
One hundred of them were holding heavy swords with broad and thick blades. Each handle was half a man long. They were holding it with both hands and standing upright in front of them.
One hundred heavy swords were lined up in two rows, their blades glowing coldly in the dim light, like a metal forest.
There was only one man sitting on the tall war horse.
The war horse was also covered in thick black armor, with iron hooves nailed on its hooves, making a heavy metal impact when it stepped on the ground.
The man on the horse was much taller than the ordinary black-armored warrior, and the black armor was thicker. There was a silver pattern on the helmet that extended from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, which looked particularly eye-catching.
He held a slender knight's spear in his hand, the tip of the spear pointing diagonally at the ground, flashing with a deadly cold light in the dark purple light.
Dai Mobai stood on the edge of the square, looking at the one hundred and one Slaughter Envoy who were waiting in full formation, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"The welcome ceremony was quite grand."
However, the leader slowly raised the spear in his hand.
The sharp gun head was aimed at Dai Mobai's chest!