Wei Bing's face was calm and cold.
He hurried rapidly toward the depths of the dark tunnel with several people following him.
The surrounding tunnel walls were constantly in irregular undulating motion. Occasionally, one or two blood-red special Talisman Formations would appear, although the meaning of the formations and the symbols within were completely incomprehensible, one could still see strands of evil and despair in those blood-colored lines.
Yang Songyu followed everyone swiftly on the journey, but couldn't suppress a trace of tension and heaviness in his heart.
"Stop."
Suddenly, Wei Bing stopped in his tracks, standing in the darkness, gazing ahead at the boundless deep darkness.
"Are we there, chief?"
A Primordial Energy user whispered.
"We're here, but... someone has beaten us to it."
Silver tones began to appear slowly on Wei Bing's right cheek.
"Dark Envoy's people?"
