Chapter 164

The group continued to forge ahead through the traps and mechanisms, proceeding with extreme caution and nerves pulled taut. This chamber was dark and damp, its walls blanketed in moss of such a deep, blackened green that it looked like layers of accumulated time. Puddles of foul water oozed intermittently across the floor, emitting a sickening stench that churned the stomach. Overhead, sharp stalactites hung like rows of fangs or straight lances, seemingly ready to plummet at any moment and pose a fatal threat. A faint, meager light filtered in from some unknown source, rendering the entire space all the more gloomy and terrifying. Zhang Yue walked at the very front, his expression grave and his vigilant gaze sweeping the surroundings. Dressed in black martial attire, his garments appeared even darker in the dim environment, yet they only served to accentuate his upright posture—agile and alert like a panther of the night. His features were resolute, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes as deep as the sea, seeming capable of piercing through every peril concealed within the darkness. "Everyone be careful, danger is everywhere here," he said, his voice low and steady as it reverberated through the silent space with a reassuring strength.