The group ascended the stairs, their footsteps chaotic, and they could still hear the nervous breathing.
"Don't go up any further, exit through the fire door on the right, then follow the corridor a bit more, and you'll be at the northwest corner of the hall!"
Coach Zhang reminded them.
Xia Hongyao pushed the door open, and outside was a corridor enveloped in roiling mist.
Everyone proceeded with caution, continuing forward for about forty meters when Coach Zhang anxiously swallowed and reminded Lin Baici, "No... something's not right, we've walked so far, we should have reached the hall by now!"
The group stopped and looked around.
Suddenly, a sharp, eerie, and high-pitched voice sounded.
"Prostrate with all limbs and offer three sacrifices, to respect not the heavens but the ghosts and gods!"
This voice stretched its tones, rhythmically rising and falling, as if a Great Wizard of a primitive tribe was sacrificing living beings to pray to the gods for protection.
