Xin Lin squinted and looked around.
Not long after, a loud scream came from Wanshi Mountain.
It was Ma Jingtian, his face pale as he staggered and crawled out of the labyrinth.
"Snakes, so many snakes!"
Ma Jingtian gasped heavily, his appearance utterly panicked.
He had just entered Wanshi Mountain when he encountered a large group of snakes, each as thick as a barrel, blocking his path, forcing him to flee in utter disarray.
Snakes?
Xin Lin frowned as he observed the entrance of the labyrinth.
Several skillful pilgrims, skeptical, also entered Wanshi Mountain one after another.
However, soon they, like Ma Jingtian, fled in a disheveled state.
"Ghosts, so many Evil Ghosts inside, they want my life."
"Such huge fire, it's a mountain of blades and a sea of flames inside, absolutely no methods to get through."
"So many corpses, bodies everywhere."
Each pilgrim who went in came back defeated, their reactions varied.
