The world spun around.
Wu Xiaode staggered a few steps, steadied himself, and quickly surveyed his surroundings.
He saw a long, shadowy, narrow passage.
Behind him was the coffin plank.
The entire passage was very quiet.
The singing had completely disappeared.
Only the slight tremor of the coffin plank behind him allowed him to faintly hear the angry roars and taunts of the creature from "Death Land."
Wu Xiaode understood.
If he retreated now, he would return to "Death Land."
Only a fool would retreat.
He took a step forward and began to run along the passage.
To be honest, the passage was quite long, and it was unclear where it would lead.
An hour later.
Wu Xiaode stopped, looking somewhat confused.
He had been running at full speed for so long but had found nothing.
The passage seemed endless.
Why was this?
Could it really be this long?
——Try again!
He continued running for about two more hours.
The passage still showed no sign of an end.
