In the spacious underground tunnel, the green Fluorite gave out a faint light. The crisscrossed roots of the Redwood were arranged in a weird and tidy way like delicate works of art and frames in the mine to prevent the tunnel from collapsing. Of course, it was not the result of natural growth, but the effect of a magic skill. When commoners entered such a place, they would definitely be impressed by the amazing craftsmanship of this magic skill.
No one would have thought that a cult like The Song of Life would build such an evil underground church in the forest outside of kolanthe.
The magic vines, giant snake, and assassin rushed to the front, while Xia Pingan followed closely behind. He looked brave and fearless, leaving old Eagle and moonlight behind.
Along the way, there were mostly the corpses of low-ranked cultist members like Mu Ge, who had been killed by the demonic vines.
