The group moved towards the dark pit, and the further they went, the dimmer the light became. By the end, they could barely see the road ahead, as if they were reaching into darkness.
If the group were not Demon Cultivators, they might not be able to see the road before them at all.
However, to Wang Yan's surprise, the cold aura from the last time he was in the pit was gone, though it was still somewhat chilly, it was entirely within the group's tolerance range.
Shangguan Moyao walked ahead for a while and turned her head to see Wang Yan and the three others constantly trailing behind her, somewhat unexpectedly.
She said, "I didn't think you'd have some guts, but if you're really scared, then there's no shame in turning back now."
Wang Yan smiled faintly and said, "If even a woman like you isn't afraid, why should I be scared?"
Without further ado, Shangguan Moyao turned her head away and remarked sarcastically, "Let's see how long you can hold out."
