Chapter 688 - 665: Iron Head Technique (3/3)
"We’re almost there," they said, yet it was nearly a day later that Zhou Heng was the first to reach the bottom of the cave, his feet firmly on the ground.
This was a huge space, and where he stood was at one end, blocked by a large expanse of mountain wall. To draw an analogy, the entire space was like a pit dug out from the ground, and he was now at one end of the pit.
The sky here must have a ceiling, but from time to time, the sky was streaked with multi-colored lights, like lightning, blocking all sensory abilities. Standing here, one had no idea how high the sky was!
"Hurry and put me down, Missy!" Bing Xiulan kept slapping Zhou Heng’s shoulder.
Zhou Heng casually put her down and looked around, filled with curiosity about this place.
A large group of people also followed suit, including Zhou Tong and Black Donkey. They all came to Zhou Heng’s side, gazing at this strange underground world just like him.
"What place is this?" murmured Black Donkey.
"There’s a dreadfully intense aura of slaughter!" Zhong Gufeng, who seemed to have arrived unnoticed, his eyes flickering with a feverish fighting spirit, held a dagger in each hand, his fingers white from gripping them too tightly.
Zhou Heng nodded. Although he was not the Slaughter King, he understood the way of slaughter well. This place was filled with a terrifying aura of slaughter, along with indescribable auras of supreme power, which remained potent despite millions of years having passed.
As they talked, everyone began to scatter and explore, each with their own agendas. Staying together might be safe, but it also meant that any discovered treasure would have to be contested by so many others.