"Fang Qingyu, this is Xiaojiang."
Fang Qingyu responded just as tersely.
There was no unnecessary small talk among the three.
A brief joint effort had already established a preliminary trust based on combat instincts.
Wei Banmeng nodded slightly, took the lead, and his figure once again blended into the dark purple glow, moving with ghostly speed.
Fang Qingyu guarded Jiang Wei, closely following behind.
The passageway widened, with pulsating "veins" and "nerve bundles" thick as giant pythons, coiling around the enormous chamber walls, casting a purplish-red glow that made the entire space resemble a demon realm.
The "thud! thud!" heartbeat sounded like a heavy hammer striking directly on the chest cavity.
Shaking one's qi blood tumultuously.
Suddenly!
BOOOOOM——!!!
The entire underground space shook violently! It was like a magnitude-twelve earthquake!
