In an instant, with a rumbling boom, the stone gate automatically slid open to both sides, revealing a dark passage ahead, and spewing out a stench ten times stronger than before, along with muffled roars and hurried footsteps from within the darkness.
"Stay behind me."
Wang Zhifan remained calm as ever. He ordered the boy behind him, who had jumped in fright and stumbled back several steps, to hurry up and follow, then strode forward.
His left hand still held the sheathed Cyan Emperor Saber, but he raised his right hand and flicked out a glowing orb of light, illuminating the depths of the passage.
That was a Light Skill from the Mage Power Treasure Box, temporarily slotted into his Spell Slots.
Immediately, in the depths of the passage lit by the light orb, reeking corpses in all sorts of garb came surging forward.
Some looked like ordinary civilians, others wore leather armor and carried blades and shields like Mercenaries.
