Long Night Corridor, the largest entrance and exit to the outside world from the Ghost Lamp Abyss in the past, has always been known for the saying "the winding path leads to the netherworld."
Since the fall of the Ghost Lamp, almost an epoch has passed, and the former prosperity is no longer here.
Not only have the merchants all withdrawn, but even the nearby Demon Race, Ghost Clan, Human Race... if their brains weren't filled with muscles or mush, they would have long since run far away.
"Whoo~~ whoo~~"
The desolate wind blew mercilessly, the fallen leaves swirled fiercely, and dust blocked the sight.
In the silent woods, strange trees grew wildly, occasionally emitting cold laughter, causing a person's heart to clench instinctively.
However, the deeper you walked, the more oppressive it became.
The surroundings began to turn eerily quiet, as if bloodthirsty mouths were hiding in places invisible to the naked eye, one misstep would lead to the fate of having no corpse left.
