The faint, angry screeches of the blood-line centipedes echoed relentlessly from behind, clinging like leeches to the rapidly moving figures of Qin Lie and Ayina.
The thick miasma swirled in their wake, churning incessantly and carrying the increasingly potent, nauseating stench of rot and decay from the depths of the valley.
"This way!" Ayina panted, her voice laced with exhaustion. Relying on her acute sense of smell, she forged the path ahead. Beneath their feet, the sticky, ice-cold black sludge reached ankle-deep, each step sending up foul, murky splashes.
Chapter 202