The whistling wind rushed past her ears at extreme speed.
It was the roaring accompaniment of falling from a great height.
This circular shaft was exceptionally deep; it took more than ten seconds of falling before the narrow space around them suddenly opened up.
Only then could Irene, her dragon pupils already slit, barely make out the scene at the bottom of the pit.
It was a deep crimson pool, rippling with concentric waves.
Floating within it were all kinds of severed limbs, eyeballs, and unidentifiable internal organs.
“Whoosh—”
Black dragon wings tore through her robe, stretching out from her back. Under the combined effect of her unfurled wings and magic, her rapid descent quickly slowed to a crawl.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”
At the same time, one sharp whistling sound after another cut through the air beside her.
It was Arthas and the other two, along with a group of slimes tumbling through the air like bowling balls.
Unlike Irene, these guys showed absolutely no signs of slowing down.
“Aaaaaah—”
Amidst a chorus of screams, Christine, who was clearly the last of the three to jump, was the first to hit the ground.
He plunged straight into the deep crimson blood, kicking up a massive splash. The resulting ripples sent the severed limbs and organs drifting outward in all directions.
Arthas fell immediately after him.
The armored lich cast a Feather Fall spell on himself just before hitting the ground, so his entry into the water barely made a splash. Landing on one knee, he looked exactly like a superhero dropping down from the sky.
After that,
amidst a barrage of frantic “Muyi” squeaks, a horde of slimes arrived fashionably late, raining down like dumplings into boiling water.
No, with their round, chubby bodies, perhaps “glutinous rice balls” was a more fitting description...
As the “rice balls” plopped into the water one by one, Lucia drifted down slowly. Seemingly repulsed by the filthy blood, she didn't land directly in it. Instead, she spread her dragon wings and hovered just over a meter above the crimson pool.
Only then did Irene flap her pitch-black, scale-covered dragon wings, descending like a fallen angel.
During her slow descent, she scanned her surroundings with a vigilant gaze.
This was a massive underground cavern, easily the size of two or three football fields, shaped like an inverted bowl.
The walls, ceiling, and floor of this cavern all had an eerie, fleshy coloration, with bizarre, bright-red fluorescent moss clinging to them.
The moss emitted a pulsing, blood-red glow, casting a deeply eerie and terrifying light over the entire space.
Additionally, pools made of piled flesh and bone were scattered across the area.
Just like the blood pool Irene's group had landed in, above every other blood pool was a deep, dark shaft leading to parts unknown.
From time to time, severed limbs and fragments of flesh would fall from the openings above, plopping into their respective pools.
Tap—
Irene landed, but she chose to step onto the fleshy ground outside the blood pool rather than in it.
Folding her dragon wings, her gaze gradually locked onto a figure in the cavern who was definitely not one of the newcomers.
It was a person dressed in a purple robe adorned with black patterns.
Judging by his back, he appeared to be a hunched, elderly man.
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