After being surrounded in the darkness for a fair amount of time, it no longer affected the sight of martial art practitioners. Darkness was no obstacle to them as they could still see in the dark.
This was the thinking of the crowd as they stepped into the fiendcelestial's tomb.
But after they truly stepped in, they realized that they could not see through the darkness.
The weakest man in that group was still at least a Divine Lord First Heaven level, while the most powerful was already at the Eighth Heaven level. To them, darkness was nothing to be worried about. But now, they could not even see their own hands stretched out in front of them.
A cold breeze blew by their ears. It was a chilly draught which originated from the deeper recesses of the tomb. It brought with it a rotting stench, which intermingled with the smell of fresh blood.
"Lights." Ye Qingtang's voice rang out from the front.
