"Go!"
Twenty-three people followed him, entering one after another.
The remaining soldiers formed ranks at the valley entrance, spearmen in front, archers behind, advancing slowly.
A bone-chilling cold assaulted them, with a stench that made one nauseous.
The ground was soft and muddy, occasionally showing bone fragments and rotting flesh mixed together.
Every step sank down with a "squelch" sound.
Fog surrounded them, visibility was very low.
"This place is disgusting!"
Gang Le wrinkled his nose, "Everyone be careful!"
Having stayed in the Land of Corrosion for a long time, Gang Le was well aware that the more unpleasant a place was, the stronger the undead creatures became.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Dull footsteps came from within the black fog.
"Here they come!"
Gang Le's eyes lit up.
The black fog roiled, and the silhouette of a bull-like figure slowly appeared.
