Luo Chen tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze resolute: "The Netherworld Abyss is the lair of mystical creatures. We might encounter all sorts of dangerous beings, but as long as we be careful, we can always find a way to overcome them."
They pressed on, and the surroundings grew increasingly eerie.
In the dim light, shadows of creatures occasionally flickered by, seeming to deliberately avoid them.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang knew this wasn't luck, but rather because their presence had caught the attention of something powerful.
"Qing Shuang, we might be being watched," Luo Chen whispered, a hint of caution in his eyes.
Qing Shuang nodded, and from her waist took a fresh talisman paper, uttering a low curse, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Suddenly, a chill wind blew from the front, and Luo Chen and Qing Shuang abruptly stopped in their tracks.
They saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring at them from the darkness ahead.
