The two proceeded cautiously.
But it didn't take long before the ground suddenly trembled violently. The two immediately went on alert, their eyes sweeping around warily.
Then, from the mine shaft they had entered earlier, ink-black mist surged out like a black tide, carrying an oppressively terrifying aura that swept towards them with alarming speed.
In the blink of an eye, two figures stumbled out of the mist in a state of disarray.
Their robes were already shredded.
One's right arm was twisted grotesquely like a pretzel, while the other had a broken white bone spike lodged in their back, with dark green blood oozing from the wound, releasing a pungent stench of rot.
"Old Xu, now of all times, why aren't you bringing that thing out? What are you waiting for!"
The figure with the bone spike in their back roared anxiously, veins bulging on their neck, while worm-like lumps squirmed wildly under their skin, as if something was about to burst out.
