The moment Li Muhhan stepped into this space, it felt as though he had crossed through time and space, pulled into a chaotic and twisted dimension.
The surroundings were filled with a suffocating, blended scent—the stench of decay intertwined with the spicy aroma of some peculiar spice, like a symphony of death and magic that assaulted his senses and forced him to hold his breath.
The floor of this space was paved with irregular stone slabs, green mold growing between the cracks and emitting a faint, ghostly glow.
Chapter 194