"Crack...."
"Crack...."
As the three of them continued to delve deeper into the Blood Demon Cave, the initially constricting passageway that was about a zhang in diameter gradually became more spacious.
The activities of some large specters made the diameter of the tunnel even more spacious than the mountain tunnels on the highways Xu Yuan remembered from his previous life.
The distance to the location where the Barbarian King encountered the specter that had achieved Mortal Transcendence should still be quite far, but even the remnants of their battle had caused innumerable pieces of the tunnel's inner wall to collapse and fall.
The debris varied in size, some as small as the palm of one's hand, while others were as large as a zhang, chaotically piled atop the Black Death Mycelial Mat.
In the flickering firelight, the sound of boots crushing the broken stones seemed eerily hollow.
