Su Ming jumped off the monster's back and looked over the corpses near the cave entrance.
These small monsters looked like undersized dead dogs, except they were wrapped in thick black slurry, making them resemble piles of rotting mud.
They were thoroughly dead—their heads had been separated from their bodies, their bones smashed to pieces by the shield, and the marks of the divine shield still remained on them.
Deathstroke tossed Bobo a flashlight so he could light his own way and not trip, then drew Godslayer and entered the cave first.
The entrance was not large, wide enough for perhaps five people to walk abreast. The ceiling was packed with rotting corpses, and streams of pus occasionally flowed down amid strange noises.
The stitched monster definitely could not squeeze inside, and this burrow seemed to lead even deeper.
Fortunately, the slope had no branches and ran straight ahead. The corpses of small monsters along the way served as guiding lights.
Less than a few minutes later, Su Ming heard the sound of sharp weapons chopping flesh. After rounding a bend, he saw Diana's back.
She was locked in a lively battle with a pack of rotten dogs. While these monsters were not individually strong, there were plenty of them, and reinforcements kept arriving from deeper in the cave.
He had no idea how long she had been stalemated here, but the pile of monster corpses alone stood taller than a truck.
Her expression was stern. Shield in one hand and sword in the other, her exquisite martial skill made her look valiant and heroic. She was just a little dirty, with black water splattered across her snow-white thighs and shoulders.
"Godslayer, Guan Dao."
As soon as he spoke, the golden weapon crackling with electricity transformed into a massive Eastern