The Blood Demon Cave, a corridor, was already shrouded in a haze of blood mist.
"Drip..."
"Drip..."
"Drip..."
Bai Muxi, clad in a purple gauze dress, paced back and forth in the darkness, her delicate fist clenched tightly beneath her wide sleeves, and the tension on her exquisite little face made her look extremely troubled.
During the escape led by Li Qingyan, she had witnessed the destruction caused by the battle between the Barbarian King and the Third Young Master.
Such devastation, capable of almost obliterating the landscape, she didn't dare to imagine what would happen if it occurred within the Underground City...
The events of the past ten days had shattered all the views she had formed within the Underground City.
The strength of the ghost creatures...
The strength of the Barbarian Tribes...
And, the Ghostification of the Young Master...
