Bai Lung's keen senses were on high alert as he silently followed the path through the inky darkness of the ancient tomb, all his bet was in this path.
His eyes strained to make out any details, but the supernatural gloom that permeated the air seemed to smother even the faintest glimmer of light.
Beside him, Xiao Ling'r walked with measured steps, her breathing calm and controlled, yet, Bai Lung could feel the subtle hum of her power, a testament to the strength she concealed beneath her demure exterior.
She was a beauty with a brain, she was already prepared in case some danger occurred, be it fighting or evading.
As they proceeded deeper, an ominous sensation crept up Bai Lung's spine.
Swoosh~
The air grew thick and heavy, as if the very atmosphere itself sought to impede their progress.
He cursed the heavens under his breath.
