People looked toward the place the leader was pointing at. It seemed to be an entrance to a valley clasped between two high cliffs that prevented most sunlight from reaching in, so no one could see what was further inside.
The sound of whistling wind traveling through the entrance appeared to be almost like the cries of ghosts, sending a chill down everyone's spines. Even from a distance, they could sense the sharp smell of rotting bodies and excrement mixed together, which was strengthened to a very terrible extent thanks to the hot environment.
Su Ping silently recalled useful clues he could remember. During his training, he had fought and died many times at this place.
"Keep a watchful eye, everyone," Nie Chengkong ordered using a small voice, "Tell me as soon as you notice the slightest clue."
Zhou Jing and Guo Yuelin agreed without lifting their concentration from their pets, while Old Mo slightly nodded in acknowledgment.
"Grrrr…"
