บท 3911: Deaths of Saints

Ling Han followed him into the tree hollow.

All around them, it was pitch-black, and even his fingers could not be seen.

This wasn't darkness in terms of vision, but also darkness for the divine sense. It was useless even if he released his divine sense. He couldn't see or sense anything. It was as if he were an ordinary blind person.

Thankfully, this hole was not big, and one could touch the walls on either side with just a stretch of his hand. The ceiling above his head was not high either, and he would have to walk with his waist bent. Thus, as long as he touched the walls on either side, he would have a rough idea of his surroundings.

After walking for a while, light gradually appeared ahead of them.

He walked further, and saw that he had appeared in a basement.

This basement was very big, and it was not the end either. There was still a path ahead of them. However, a great many people had now stopped here.