Xiang Kunlun pointed downwards at the pit and said, "It is said that the Snake-man Clan escaped from this very hole."
"It seems that this hole must lead to the lair of the Snake-man Clan."
Yang Luo said in a cold voice, and then added, "Brothers, prepare yourselves, let's go down!"
"Yes!"
Everyone nodded in acknowledgment.
After that, Yang Luo and the others urged the ancient boat towards the pit below.
Upon entering the pit, the ancient boat began its descent.
Gradually, the entrance grew farther away, and the whole pit was engulfed in darkness, so much that one couldn't see one's own fingers.
Moreover, the deeper they went, the lower the temperature became.
Fortunately, as cultivators, Yang Luo and the others did not fear the severe cold.
During the descent, Yang Luo silently calculated the distance from the entrance.
They descended for more than ten thousand meters.
Suddenly.
The group saw a dark light shining up from below.
