Di Fa did not need to say anything more. Lin Feng immediately witnessed the terror of the darkness.
Di Fa led him forward.
The passage they had opened looked to be over three hundred meters long. Walking through darkness devoid of sound or scenery made it easy to lose all sense of space. Fortunately, people stood along both sides.
Their armor differed, as did their heights.
Passing them preserved some sense of space. Ahead of their party, people were still being sent forward to scout.
Since this place was not safe enough, they advanced in fits and starts.
Only when someone returned from ahead to report that all was well would Lin Feng and the others proceed.
And so people kept dying in the darkness ahead, but Di Fa's resolve remained firm.
Here, that resolve manifested as a determination unshaken even by heavy casualties. Seeing bodies lying beside the road, Di Fa said nothing and continued forward.
The remaining soldiers around Di Fa held their weapons ready.
Anyone who dared approach, other than a messenger returning to report, would die!
Under this ruthless suppression, the soldiers ahead continued advancing. This darkness, this inability to see, made Lin Feng deeply uncomfortable.
It was as though something he should have possessed by birth had suddenly vanished.
Like a champion distance runner becoming lame, or someone with extraordinary vision going blind.
Something he normally took pride in had suddenly disappeared, along with the sense of security it provided. Under the weight of those thoughts, even though he was "fooled" every time he considered the matter, Lin Feng still noticed something.
These were not occasional thoughts or ideas. On the contrary, it was an unease that constantly haunted him. Its very persistence kept bringing things he had long forgotten back to mind.
This familiar