Having been in dangerous situations for a long time, GuaGua also understood the preciousness of life-sustaining skills and did not squander them as frivolously as usual.
Huazhu nodded and looked up, only to freeze in surprise.
"Didn't we... fall from above?"
Under the focused gaze of six eyes, the space above spanned at least a kilometer high, much more open than before.
But above them, there was no large hole, and the atmosphere seemed seamlessly intact, as if it had never been damaged.
"The space within the tomb is chaotic, sometimes stepping wrongly can teleport you to another floor,"
Ye Hanjun kicked away some rocks at his feet and searched a large area overgrown with vines for a long time before excavating a stele.
On the dim ancient stele were script smeared with the blood of some creature from the Demon Clan.
"Ten?"
Thanks to their upbringing by Ye Hanjun from a young age, both Huazhu and GuaGua could read.
