Afterward, the group continued forward for about half an incense stick's worth of time, and the passage suddenly opened up.
Below them appeared a dozen or so octagonal altars, the surfaces covered with web-like cracks, indicating their age.
In the grooves at the center of the altars, there were puddles of dark green slime, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and putrid smell.
Shen Yunzhou's eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't wait to rush forward.
"Be careful!" Zhou Qing's expression instantly became tense, urgently reminding him.
Cao Zhengyang frowned deeply, looking serious, "Though there is no one here now, we can't be sure they haven't left behind any traps or mechanisms."
The group immediately spread out, their Divine Sense probing in all directions like a web.
After confirming it was safe, they started to split up, carefully searching while maintaining high alertness.
"It's this smell!"
