Hiding in a corner to regulate his breathing for about an hour and downing a few Medicinal Pills, Fang Hao felt the stifling pain in his chest had finally been suppressed.
Although he had won the recent fight, it served as a reminder that this godforsaken place was truly not meant for humans; one wrong step could cost him his life.
Not daring to linger, he packed up, erased his tracks, and like a rat, silently slipped into the labyrinthine tunnels deep within the ruins.
The further he went, the more sinister the place became.
The tunnels grew alternately wide and narrow; sometimes he had to crawl over half-collapsed piles of stone or wade through knee-deep, foul-smelling stagnant water.
On the stone walls on both sides, vague murals and incomprehensible runes began to appear. The style was ancient and carried an indescribable sense of eeriness, depicting what seemed to be exotic flowers and herbs, as well as scenes of rituals and Alchemy.
