Chapter 137

After dealing with the Two-headed Wolf, the group continued along the passage. The tunnel grew narrower, and water droplets oozed from the stone walls on both sides. The dripping sound was exceptionally clear in the silent space, like the footsteps of passing time. The walls were covered in moss, emitting a damp and decaying odor. "Why is this path getting narrower and narrower? It feels like I can barely breathe," Shorty muttered. Being short and slender, he felt even more constrained in this narrow passage. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, crystal clear like morning dew on a lotus leaf, while his eyes revealed unease—the fear of the unknown danger. Lifeng said casually, "What is there to be afraid of? At worst, it's just death!" His voice was like a booming bell, echoing through the passage. Both hands gripped a giant axe, whose blade flickered with a cold light in the dimness, as if hungering for battle. Lifeng was tall and mighty, resembling an iron tower, and his broad shoulders almost brushed against the stone walls on both sides.