Listening to the commotion deep within the cavern, Fang Han pressed a hand to his saber hilt and briskly gestured to Xue Qinghe.
Immediately, the two of them pressed close to the cave wall, one behind the other, and cautiously felt their way further inside.
Yet there was not a shred of light within the cave; Fang Han keeping his eyes open made no difference from having them closed, and he relied entirely on their powerful perceptions to distinguish directions.
He pressed one hand against the saber hilt while his other hand brushed against the rock wall.
The mucous on the walls was slippery and cold, sliding downward the moment a hand pressed upon it.
The path beneath their feet had to be tested before stepping to avoid those viscous pools of standing water.
The cave passage gradually widened.
The stench of blood grew increasingly thick, so potent that it could not be suppressed even through a mask.
The rustling sounds from deep within rose one after another, mingling with the sound of water as if something were slowly turning over.
Rounding a protruding rocky corner, a faint light finally emerged ahead.
It was not daylight, but a pale dark red coating the cave wall, its flickering glare making one's eyes ache.
Utilizing this faint light, Fang Han made out the cave wall.
White cocoon sacks hung upon it, layer upon layer, almost growing as one with the rock face.
A larva was curled inside each cocoon, heaving as it moved.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
Xue Qinghe raised her hand and gestured to remind him that Blood Locust Demon Insects were lurking ahead.
Fang Han lowered his body, peering past her shoulder.
He saw that the Blood Locust Demon Insects were not merely dozens in number.
A dozen or so