Overwhelmed by confusion, Fang Geyu stopped in his tracks, but behind him, the female corpse He Sha suddenly widened her greenish-grey eyes and cried out sharply, "Be careful! He's back!"
A shudder ran through Fang Geyu's heart. Before he could react and determine who the 'he' mentioned by the corpse was, a shadow darker and more terrifying than the darkness itself swept through the gloomy tunnel like a chilling wind, wrapped in sinister yin energy under the faint light.
The ancient dust silently rose from the ground, and a strand of hair brushed across his face, a wicked breath grazing past him like a blade's edge.
Unable to respond, Fang Geyu felt a chill in his chest and looked down.
He saw blood soaking his red clothes, blooming tragically like a fresh red blossom at the center of his chest, with threads of black energy twining around him like venomous threads, stretching behind him into countless wisps of dark aura.
