The party followed the long corridor, walking deep underground.
Waves of yin wind howled over in the corridor. That bone-piercing feeling was practically on the verge of freezing everyone.
This place was akin to an underground city. Not far away from where everyone was, there were even quite a number of zombies moving about aimlessly. The entire scene appeared incomparably horrifying.
But these zombies were clearly very fearful of this group of people, all avoiding them like the plague.
"This hellhole, no wonder it would cause such a large-scale corpse tide. If it keeps blowing like this, I feel like I'm going to be turned into a zombie!"
In the dark, no idea who was the one who cursed either.
"All thanks to Young Lord Ye's Agarwood Powder. These zombies seeing us is like they saw ghosts, avoiding us immediately! Otherwise, who knows how many bitter fights we'd have to experience going underground!"
