At the entrance of the Underground Palace, Tang Zheng saw a long staircase descending deep underground, with torches mounted on both sides of the walls. Yet, the light remained dim, resembling the eerie ambiance of the underworld.
Cold winds gusted through, seemingly penetrating the flesh and invading the marrow, sending chills down one's spine.
"Group Leader, maybe we shouldn't go in!" A Conqueror hesitated, shivering as the crackling sounds of the torches echoed, as if the flames themselves had transformed into vengeful ghosts staring back.
"We've come this far, how could we possibly retreat now?" The Group Leader rebuked angrily, "There are this many people here, what are you afraid of?"
As they spoke, they had already descended more than thirty meters.
"Dantai, give us route hints," Tang Zheng ordered quickly. After advancing three hundred meters, they encountered their first fork in the path and had to stop.
