The entire passage was not a straight line, but rather winding and twisting.
As Jiang Yun continuously plunged deeper, not only did the smell of blood drifting into his nostrils grow increasingly pungent, but the bizarre patterns covering the cave walls on both sides also multiplied.
Looking at these patterns, although Jiang Yun's face remained expressionless, a sense of heavy gravity rose within his heart.
Chapter 1802