Everyone saw how fierce Chen Jing was.
Aside from shock, emotions naturally stirred in their hearts.
He truly lived up to the name of the Black-Gold Ghost Mask, who could rival the Grand Commandant's Residence.
Chen Jing, however, paid no attention to everyone's reactions. He first glanced at the Yin-Yang Wuji Seal's proficiency, which had risen by roughly 5,000 points.
In other words, he had killed nearly five hundred Crimson Flame Gold Beetles. Truly, a quantitative change led to a qualitative one.
Chen Jing gave Sha Lifeng, who was standing behind the crowd, a look. Sha Lifeng fished out a white smiling-face mask, put it on, and instantly swept across the crowd from mid-air as the two of them sped toward the depths of the cave.
Seeing this, the people behind them looked at the charred, gruesome corpses on the ground. Some began to lose their nerve and chose to retreat.
Others, however, believed that with an expert like Chen Jing opening the way ahead, they conversely stood a chance to venture further inside.
Chen Jing did not offer any words of warning.
At a time like this, everyone had to take responsibility for their own choices.
Life or death had nothing to do with others.
Chen Jing and Sha Lifeng swiftly swept into the depths.
They turned a corner in the cave.
And they saw densely packed, charred corpses lining the route. Some lay prone on the ground, some leaned against the stone walls, and others hugged each other as they tore at one another.
Every single corpse was twisted to the extreme, terrifying and hideous.
These were all burned to death because of the Crimson Flame Gold Beetles.
And just as Chen Jing and Sha Lifeng rushed past, that familiar buzzing sound rang out once more. The Crimson