On the ground, the corpses of the dozen gray-clad martial artists still maintained their death poses.
The three moved forward as if they hadn't seen anything.
They bypassed the chaotic scene.
And walked straight into the dark passage.
Hastily descended the cold stone stairs.
The further they went down, the more overpowering the stench of mixed excrements assaulted their senses.
When they stepped onto the hanging stone catwalk.
Everything before them made the three freeze in place instantly, their breaths catching.
On both sides of the catwalk, the layers of stone chambers stacked like a hellish beehive.
"Damn!"
Qi Hao cursed under his breath, teeth clenched, cheeks puffed.
Lv Chen's gaze instantly turned cold.
The fingers grasping the woven bag turned white from the exertion.
Wei Banmeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning bile and simmering anger.
She put down the woven bag and quickly unzipped it.
Inside were women's clothes of varying colors.
