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It was only after the third flight of stairs downward when the air felt thick with foreign demonic energy. The air was cold and even if their vision was severely limited, Liu Sumeng could feel his own breath fogging up against his face.
"Just how far down does this damned thing even go?" Someone hissed behind him. Someone else nudged the offending complainer, hissing at him to keep quiet.
Liu Sumeng was more concerned about the fact they'd yet to find traces that Hui Moxiang was meant to leave behind for them.
When nothing reacted to the complaining voice, someone else pointed forth. "Hey, any idea about that thing?" It was the night vision demoness, her eyes shining in the low spirit light. Liu Sumeng followed her finger to a strange shiny structure that jutted out from the wall. It was difficult to discern but it was likened to a crystal in shape and shiny like the smooth surface of glass.