Darkness.
In the darkness, a kerosene lamp lit up.
Wu Xiaode snuffed out the flame on his fingertip and looked around with the kerosene lamp held high.
This was an underground passageway.
A chill breeze blew from deep within the narrow passage, like the mournful wail of ghosts.
The kerosene lamp was instantly snuffed out.
"Is human eyesight so weak that you can't make out your environment even in the dark?"
A voice full of mockery sounded.
Without looking, Wu Xiaode knew it was one of the nine people who had been transported here with him.
These people had all gone through two rounds of elimination.
After passing the preliminary test of the Jiuyao Sequence, these masters of the mysterious reached the underground passage.
They were much better at adapting to the human body than their peers.
Wu Xiaode didn't reply.
Not knowing what would happen next, he silently checked his current state.
"Holy Demon Lord."
"A title granted by the sequence."
