Xu Zimo began surveying his surroundings.
Before him stretched an incomparably silent, bottomless corridor.
The corridor ahead was obscured by an enveloping darkness, and he could not make out what lay in front.
A desolate, chilling wind swept through the cave corridor.
It made goosebumps rise involuntarily.
Moreover, this cold wind was visibly cyan to the mortal eye.
Since Xu Zimo had entered, he naturally had to go in and take a look.
Spiritual energy surged around him as he guarded against any danger.
At last, he walked step by step deeper into the cave.
The farther he went, the stronger the cold wind around him became.
This cold wind was extremely strange; it seemed not to act merely upon the surface of the skin.
It reached straight into the depths of the soul, a chill that seeped from within to without.
As Xu Zimo walked, a rustling sound suddenly reached his ears.
He looked around, but found nothing strange.
When he continued onward, a fierce cyan wind howled out from the depths of the cave.
Xu Zimo's long hair was blown up. The gale was so violent that he could barely keep his eyes open.
Had Xu Zimo not resisted it, his entire body would likely have been blown away.
As the fierce wind gradually subsided, Xu Zimo finally opened his eyes.
The rustling at his ears had become even clearer.
He swept his gaze around and saw countless bugs crawling out from both sides of the corridor.
There were all kinds of bugs—cockroaches, centipedes, earthworms, even rats and long snakes.
The bugs seemed endless, crawling out without cease.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly. These bugs were not powerful in themselves, but their bodies seemed to be covered in a special energy.
He drew Overlord Shadow and slashed down directly.