Zhao Fu walked into the huge cave. His once-terrifying eyes now included a gray pupil, allowing him to see in the dark without needing a torch or any other source of light. This gray pupil came from the Death Clan bloodline.
After advancing only thirty meters, Zhao Fu spotted weapons abandoned by some soldiers and several pools of blood. There were no bodies, but he saw marks showing that something had dragged them away.
Zhao Fu grew cautious once more and continued forward step by step. The farther he went, the larger the space around him became.
Suddenly!
When Zhao Fu had advanced a little over a hundred meters, black spiders, each a meter wide, swarmed toward him at tremendous speed.
Zhao Fu's expression didn't change. Although these spiders possessed some strength, they were nothing to him.
He drew the Death Sword and gave it a casual swing. Countless streams of death energy surged out toward the spiders. Their bodies were instantly corroded by the death energy, and the life force within them vanished. The spiders all died immediately.
There had been more than a hundred attacking spiders, and now they were all corpses. Zhao Fu stepped over them and continued forward. Every so often, another wave of spiders attacked, and their numbers kept growing.
A few hours later, Zhao Fu was in a passage more than ten meters wide. He swung his sword, releasing a gray flash that cut over a thousand spiders into countless pieces. These spiders were stronger than the ones before, and larger too, each one a meter and a half wide.
He continued onward!
After killing several more waves of spiders, Zhao Fu was attacked by another enormous swarm. There were so many that he couldn't count them; they filled the passage as far as