The surrounding air became thick, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
Inside the Life and Death Gate, the atmosphere grew more oppressive, like an invisible haze weighing heavily over everyone's heads.
After the slight "creak" sound, a chilling wind howled from the depths of the passageway, carrying a coldness that pierced to the bone. Wu Hui turned pale as a sheet, his legs trembling slightly, almost unable to stand steady.
Inwardly, he lamented that the dangers within the Life and Death Gate far exceeded his expectations, making every step feel like stepping into hell's gate.
Zashi Dunren forced himself to remain calm, tightened his grip on his sword, and glared angrily at Wu Hui, lowering his voice with a shout, "Wu Hui, if you dare to play any tricks, this Sect Leader will ensure you have no place to be buried!"
