Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Wen Jiu followed many Night Patrol Department disciples into the tunnel.
As soon as he landed, the thick blood-tinged air mixed with death energy rushed toward him. For ordinary Qi Refining Cultivators, it was suffocating, making it hard to breathe, but for Wen Jiu, this was heaven.
Every breath of blood-tinged air brought a sense of joy.
As if he was standing in the midst of a vast grassland.
Wen Jiu glanced at the Black Corpse beside him, which was eagerly jumping around, drawing the attention of others.
There was no helping it.
Wen Jiu could only hold it down.
Stop jumping!
There will be food for you later!
Following this, Wen Jiu followed the gaze of the crowd forward, seeing a blood-red tunnel that seemed endless, one zhang wide and one zhang high, with claw marks from demonic beasts on both sides.
