Jun Wu had been walking for over an hour, but he never saw the end of the narrow passage. The narrow passage was infinite, which made his spine crawl with dread.
What should I do? This question lingered in his mind, but he had no answer.
Going forward was like entering an abyss, while retreating was not possible.
Besides, he had been contemplating where others were. Before he entered the pagoda, over a hundred had already entered, and now, it seemed every one of them had already vanished into thin air.
That alone was nerve-crackling.
While he was lost in thought, various sounds began to come from his back.
At first, the sound was faint, distant, but with each passing second, the sound grew stronger, rumbling.
Turning his head, Jun Wu widened his eyes. The walls were moving, shifting as if an invisible hand was controlling them.
'Shit!' He cursed.
The narrow passage was merging at alarming speed, and it was a few meters from his position.
