The further they went, the narrower the path became. Starting out at three hundred meters in diameter, it was roughly forty meters at the end and solidly blocked off by the head of an undead hag that filled the tunnel from bottom to brim. Hundreds of smaller undead hags then filed out of nowhere to block the way behind them, sealing them into the watery tunnel.

Qing Han paled and touched his chest reflexively. With all the treasures he possessed, he shouldn’t be afraid of these monsters. However, having been chased down by those things back in the burial mound under Myriad Formation Summit had traumatized him too much.

Even Lu Yun’s hackles raised at the sight...