Zhao Lian'er helped Dong Che and five other overseas monks check their injuries.
It was found that Dong Che's injuries were the least severe and he could still move after a short rest.
The other five were all seriously injured and it was difficult to continue going down.
In order to hurry up, Zhao Lian'er could only ask Dong Che to continue walking down with them. As for these five people, they should stay here and take them away together when they come back.
The rest of the people continued walking down.
According to Dong Che, he did not see Mo Wanqian. When they followed this group of Japanese warriors into the devil's cave, they were the only two groups.
On the way, their whereabouts were discovered and they were forced to fight.
There were heavy casualties.
Lu Fan didn't believe his nonsense, and he felt that Zhao Lian'er didn't believe it either. It was just an expedient measure deep in the devil's cave.
After continuing for thousands of miles, there were no more dead bodies or signs of a fight.
It's just a stone staircase that keeps going down.
"This is like a tomb."
There was silence all the way, but Dong Che couldn't help but break the silence: "As we walked along, we found many burial objects similar to that era, as well as the design of the entire space..."
"We should send a few people out to report the situation here to the Immortal Palace, and ask the elders of the Immortal Palace to come over. Maybe they can find out something."
"No need, we've already come this far, there's no time to go back."
Zhao Lian'er flatly refused and her pace slowed down.
"There seems to be an inexplicable smell in front of me."
Zhao Lian'er was deep in darkness, but her senses were extremely sharp.
She turned to look at Lu Fan, who had been walking side by side: "Do you feel it?"
Lu Fan nodded: "Sword Intent."
A sharp sword intent that seemed to be non-existent was faintly released at the end of the stone steps, blowing towards everyone.