Crossing through that hatch door, is the place where those few people came down before, but what's behind the door is anyone's guess—if luck is good, it might be empty inside, possibly leading to the secret hideout of the Blind Followers. But if luck is bad, there might be guards specifically posted behind the door; if it's the latter, a battle is inevitable.
And since the door is tightly closed, Fang Hong had no way to send something in to scout, nor are there any spells that could penetrate a few feet of stone, let alone the possibility that the other side may have precautions against spells, so any casting may also be detected.
The defensive side is always more prepared than the attacking side—
There, an iron ladder hanging beneath that hatch door, and as a profession with thick skin, Wu Xiaopang naturally took the lead, climbing up first. He pushed open the hatch with his shoulder, and with a soft sound, the door opened, but as he glanced inside, he froze in place.
