The Demon Spirit Tomb was enormous, resembling an underground labyrinth.
Since entering the passage on the west, Lu Qingshan and his group felt as though they had embarked on an endless, lengthy journey.
The surroundings were dark and utterly silent.Xian Huaibi's eyes gleamed faintly as he vigilantly surveyed the area, yet he discovered nothing.
It seemed exceedingly safe here.
"Lu Qingshan, something is not right," said the Western Rat King, who was the first to sense something amiss. "This stretch of road suddenly has many extremely cold and eerie auras."
Lu Qingshan halted.
"What's wrong?" Dantai Qingrun asked.
Lu Qingshan's gaze fell on the edge of the stone ceiling overhead, his pupils flashing slightly.
Unknowingly, a face had appeared there.
An ugly, terrifying face with green, ghostly gleaming eyes like twin flames of ghost fire, sharp fangs, and a face full of scars.
Wuuu wuuu—