It was a dark underground cave without any light.
The ground was filled with black, damp soil, and there were a few strangely-shaped magical plants growing here and there.
The walls around the cave had been eroded by the rain all year round. Most of the loose sand and soil had already peeled off, leaving only the hard, steel-like walls and shimmering moss.
The light here was dim to begin with, and even if there was the lustrous green light emitted by the Glimmering Moss, it was impossible for it to illuminate this vast and boundless underground space. Instead, it made this place seem even more spacious and deep, and it gave one a strange and oppressive feeling.
A faint mist floated in the caverns of all sizes, shrouding everything in a hazy mist.
Grimm took the lead, the dark red flame boundary around his body clashing with the water vapor, constantly emitting sizzling sounds. The damp ground quickly turned into dry, loose sand under the heat of the flame barrier. Stepping on it with deerskin short boots, Xuan Xuan felt like he was riding on the clouds.
The dark red flame barrier was like a red-hot sharp knife, cutting open the fog in front of them and driving the hazy water vapor to the sides of the road. The magical plants that grew sporadically in the depths of the mist were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They looked like terrifying demons that had crawled out of hell.
Between the demonic plants, some hideous and twisted monsters were roaming around, howling and wobbling …
As if they had smelled the scent of life, a series of monster howls came from the depths of the mist on the right. Then, the mist parted, and a large group of rotten zombies appeared in Grimm's sight. They raised their dirty, black hands and rushed at the three of them.
They were rotten zombies that had been sleeping underground for many years. Their originally plump bodies were now completely shriveled. Their abdomens were deeply caved in, and the sparse hair on their heads was yellow and withered. Countless worms were wriggling in and out of their empty eye sockets, nostrils, and mouths.
Sensing the intruders, these rotten zombies that were supposed to be watchdogs became unusually agitated. Their empty eye sockets lit up with a terrifying red light, and their slanted mouths twisted and deformed.
Awooo …
This group of almost a hundred rotten zombies did not care about the huge difference in strength between them and continued to rush forward while howling dryly. As soon as they entered the range of the flame barrier, water vapor immediately rose from their rotten and sticky bodies. Then, countless small flames sprang up.
Before they could get close to the three of them, the rapidly rising flames engulfed their evil and ugly bodies, drowning everything in the raging flames.
The three of them had long held their breaths, and they walked among the human-shaped torches with a disgusted expression. To those that got too close, Grimm casually flicked out a small orange flame. Although the flames were small, when they landed on the bodies of the zombies, they could instantly burn through their tough skin, which was as tough as old cowhide, and then ignite everything that could be ignited.
These low-level undead creatures whose basic strength was only at the apprentice-level at most could not resist the dual effects of the flame barrier and the 'ignition' spell at all. One by one, they howled and fell to the ground, burning into a lump of indistinguishable charcoal amidst the painful struggle and distortion.
As if sensing the power of the three of them, the scary demonic plants that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws also quieted down. In the depths of the mist where the three of them could not see, the Scarlet Tree retracted its thick snake-like roots and lowered its bony branches, disguising itself as a dead tree.
The vines that wrapped around the Scarlet Tree also retracted their withered and shriveled tentacles, sticking to the trunk without moving. They were no longer as active as before.
The giant Man-eating Flagellants that blocked the path of the three of them pulled out their roots with difficulty and slowly wriggled to the sides. The sunflower-like flower at the top of the stem closed its petals, blocking the protruding human face.
As the three of them approached, the Paradise of Death that was still whispering to each other suddenly became very quiet. The greedy gazes that shot out from the dark turned away. They no longer dared to provoke these terrifying witchcraft casters.
Grimm turned around and looked at Alice.
Alice shook her head and said, "I can't sense Mary's aura! This is a paradise for the undead, and it's a good place for vampires to hide. If I were Mary, I would definitely go deeper and use the native undead to deal with that Druid … "
Ulthar, who had been observing the surroundings coldly, could not help but interrupt, "It's best if we don't go too deep. You should be able to tell that most of the undead here are not natural creatures. They've been artificially modified. This means that there's a powerful master behind them. "
"Are you worried that it's a Grade 4 Hermit?" Grimm pondered.
"Hmph, it's not like you can't tell the situation here. A Grade 3 wizard can't make such a big fuss, right? I was certain that a powerful rank 4 undead had connected this underground space to some other dimension, and the low-level undead here were the scouts that it had set up in the periphery. If we go too deep, we might anger the other party, and there'll be unpredictable dangers! "Ulthar was obviously a little wary of this place.
"Do you feel any danger?" Grim threw the question back to Alice.
This time, even Ulthar focused his attention on Alice.
The Destiny Witches were people who were good at avoiding danger. If there was danger ahead, they would definitely sense it.
Alice took out a translucent crystal ball from her bosom and held it in her hand for a moment. She shook her head and said, "There's risk, but there's no danger! Even … even … "
After hesitating for a long time, Alice did not know how to describe what she felt.
"I have a feeling that this trip will be very beneficial for us!"
Grimm and Ulthar breathed a sigh of relief.
"Since that's the case, let's continue! I want to see what the true master of this place looks like … "As a Grade 3 witch, Ulthar's opinion was obviously very important.
After all, Ulthar was the core of this battle to deal with that Druid Elder.
Although Grimm had the ability to summon a Grade 3 Thunder Dragon, he had to pay a huge price every time he did so. Moreover, a Grade 3 Druid Elder would not give him enough time to complete the summoning.
However, as they continued to move forward, the three of them soon encountered a new wave of undead creatures.
Vengeful spirits, wraiths, and phantoms were like a group of translucent ghosts, hiding in the thick fog and constantly letting out ghostly cries. Compared to the spirits of the Sorcerer World, these vengeful spirits made from the souls of living creatures were less evil, but more vicious.
They couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching, eerie laughter as they circled around the dark red flame barrier. Some of the vengeful spirits that could not restrain their ferocious nature tried to rush into the barrier, but in the next moment, they let out even more terrifying shrieks and turned around to rush out.
Unfortunately, they did not have a physical body to hide, so the core of their vengeful spirits was directly exposed within the flame barrier. In less than three seconds, a vengeful spirit with the strength of a high-ranked Apprentice Apprentice was burned to a pile of ashes.
The vengeful spirits at the back understood how terrifying this dark-red barrier was. They circled around even faster, and their eerie laughter became even more eerie. However, they did not dare to step into the flame barrier.
However, not all of the vengeful spirits that appeared here were low-ranked ones. Following a series of enchanting giggles, beautiful girls with voluptuous bodies, low-cut dresses, and light muslin began to appear in the fog.
They giggled as they chased each other. Occasionally, they would rush out of the fog, only to leave behind a beautiful glimpse of them before they hid back into the depths of the fog while giggling.
Those breathtakingly beautiful faces, those towering, white, and perfectly round breasts, those enchanting laughter, and those illusory, hazy, and hot bodies …
The three of them under the cover of the flame barrier all had cold, disdainful smiles on their faces.
Next to them, there was a strange magical glow. From the looks of it, it was a sign that a "charm spell" was being used frequently.
These female charms could be considered high-ranked spirits, and their strength could also reach Grade 1. However, after being tortured, they had lost a lot of intelligence. Obviously, they could not compare to a Grade 1 Wizard. If it was a Grade 1 Wizard, they would have run as far as they could when they saw Grimm and the others. There was no way they would be so reckless as to flirt in front of a high-ranked Wizard.
Their self-righteous charm was obviously unable to shake the minds of Grimm and the others. Hence, after a series of disturbances, the banshee leader who had been hiding behind them proudly made her appearance.
A high-ranked Grade 1 Banshee!
Compared to her subordinates, this Banshee leader's spirit body was undoubtedly more solid, and did not have the illusory and hazy feeling that other Banshees had. She was wearing a light green evening gown and a pair of exquisite transparent crystal heels. Stepping in the air, she gracefully walked out of the deep darkness.
"Little handsome, your body is so strong and mighty …" The Banshee leader spoke with a voice so sweet that it could make one's limbs go soft. A pair of slender, snow-white hands slowly caressed her own body, and she lightly licked her red lips. That alluring face of hers that could topple a nation was filled with lust, "Hurry … hurry up and use your burning passion to warm my lonely body …"
To be honest, if Grimm was just a normal traveler, his soul would have left his body at this moment, and he would be like a puppet as he foolishly walked into the embrace of the Banshee leader.
Unfortunately, he was not!
Even with the two Witches standing behind him, it was difficult for him to even pretend to be charmed.
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