Amid the dark cave, Zhong Peng was completely oblivious to the situation at hand.
Even if he had any knowledge of it, he would not have been able to take any action. In front of him, there were hundreds of minuscule crimson orbs glaring at him from the obscure recesses of the cavern.
The wail that echoed through the air sent shivers down his spine, leaving him petrified.
He tightly gripped the spatial token hanging from his neck, prepared to crush it at a moment's notice should any danger arise.
With his spiritual senses, he once again surveyed his surroundings, detecting approximately three hundred living beings. Initially, he was intimidated by the sheer quantity of them, but upon further scanning, he realized that they were of a low level of cultivation. The most advanced cultivator among them was only at the level of high true martial cultivation.
