The cemetery was dark, damp, and eerie, filled with a sense of suffocation and oppression.
The passage ahead was deep and shadowy, its length unknown, and its destination unclear.
Mo Hua held a compass in his hand, leading the group through the narrow darkness.
Mr. Hui and a few others occasionally glanced around, guarding against the strange corpses within the tomb.
Along the way, there were indeed appearances of corpse spirits, not many, mostly one or two, silently leaping out from the shadows to gnaw at heads.
However, the group was mentally prepared, and the seven Golden Core experts were on guard, watching the blind spots.
As soon as these corpse spirits appeared, they were swiftly slaughtered.
No one was bitten by the corpse spirits.
Mo Hua secretly felt a pity.
Without any bites, the sample for observation was reduced, which made his plan of poisoning with evil spirits lack many references.
Such matters, he wasn't sure if anyone had tried before.
