Chapter 13867 No One Can Leave Alive

Chapter 13867 No One Can Leave Alive
At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly made a move and grabbed Xiao Lianzhu's wrist.

His fingertips were as cold as iron and his expression was so tense that it was almost distorted.

His voice trembled slightly due to nervousness: "Listen!"

His Adam's apple rolled violently and his eyes stared into the depths of the fog.

It was as if there was a horrible monster lurking there, ready to swallow them up at any time.

Xiao Lianzhu hurriedly concentrated and listened carefully. In an instant, a chill slowly climbed up her spine.

The sound of chains shaking coming from afar was not an ordinary metal collision, but was accompanied by some kind of low roar.

It is like a giant beast trapped in the endless deep sea, struggling hard.

The voice was filled with an ancient and deep anger that rolled in like a surging tide, causing her eardrums to hurt.

Looking up, the thick fog was rolling and surging wildly as if it had life.

In the depths of the fog, a huge stone platform was looming.

On the stone platform, an extremely thick stone pillar stands proudly.

The surface of the stone pillar is covered with dark red lines, just like long-dried blood.

Ink-black chains are wrapped around it, and each link is as thick as a bucket.

The chain emitted a strange glow, and the other end of the chain sank into the depths of the fog. No one knew what kind of terrifying and chilling existence was locked inside.

Xiao Lianzhu's voice trembled, and she asked with undisguised fear: "Is this... the legendary stone pillar that sealed the ancient demon?"

She couldn't help but lean towards Ling Xiao, her palms full of cold sweat.

Ling Xiao clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and nodded heavily.

He looked around vigilantly. The seemingly peaceful environment was actually turbulent and full of dangers.

He could clearly feel a foul smell in the air, which was the smell from the abyss.

With every breath he took, it felt as if countless tiny bugs were gnawing at his internal organs.

Xiao Lianzhu looked at Ling Xiao and asked in a trembling voice: "Do you want to continue moving forward?"

She was feeling both fear and curiosity, and the two emotions intertwined together made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Ling Xiao suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if an invisible hand was pulling at his soul.

His temples were throbbing as countless images flashed through his mind, all of them depicting the tragic suffering of the people of the empire at the hands of the demons.

However, the danger before them is real and tangible, and if they are not careful, they may lose their lives.

Just as he was hesitating, Ling Bi could no longer bear it and said anxiously: "Young Master, this place is too dangerous, let's retreat first."

"With our current strength, we are not able to cope with this unknown crisis."

Her eyes were full of worry, and her hands tightly grasped the dagger at her waist, always on guard against potential danger.

Xiao Lianzhu also noticed something strange and was about to open her mouth to agree when suddenly, a sinister and strange laugh came from all directions.

The laughter sounded like countless nails scratching against a stone wall, sharp, piercing and creepy.

The laughter was mixed with the sound of chains shaking violently, and the dark red lines on the stone pillar began to emit red light, which became brighter and brighter.

It seemed as if a terrible disaster was about to begin.

"Want to leave? It's too late!" The hoarse voice seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell.

It was like being wrapped in layer upon layer of decayed breath, and was squeezed out with difficulty from the rotten chest cavity, with a disgusting mucus sound, echoing wantonly in this dead land.

As soon as the words fell, the thick fog that had been relatively calm suddenly began to surge wildly like boiling water with a huge rock thrown into it.

From the depths of the fog, an old woman with a hunched back walked out slowly with strange steps.

With every step she took, circles of blue-black ripples appeared on the ground beneath her feet, as if the earth was spasming in pain.

Rotten leaves, like ghosts unwilling to leave, fell from the hem of her tattered, stained clothes.

The smell of decay in the air became stronger and stronger, as if countless invisible hands were tightly strangling everyone's throats, making it difficult to breathe.

The bone staff in her hand had a bloody skull inlaid on the top, which was flashing an extremely strange red light.

The light seemed to have life, flowing and jumping in the hollow of the skull like fresh blood.

Ling Xiao sensed the danger, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his body reacted faster than his brain. In an instant, he was like a solid barrier, blocking everyone behind him.

His right hand had already quietly pressed on the hilt of the sword, with his slender fingers slightly bent, ready to strike.

His back was straight like a bow with a full string, and every inch of his muscles was tense, ready for the coming battle.

His eyes were full of vigilance, like a cheetah searching for prey in the dark jungle, sharp and ferocious. He stared at the old woman's every move, not missing any of her slightest movements.

In the old woman's sunken eye sockets, two points of faint green light flickered like will-o'-the-wisp, exuding a bone-chilling chill.

She stared at everyone intently, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, as if sharp nails were scraping across rough stone slabs, making a creepy sound: "Any intruders from the Demon Sea must stay!"

There was endless malice in that voice, as if countless vengeful spirits were screaming and struggling in it, which made people shudder.

Seeing this, Xiao Lianzhu was about to speak up to defend everyone, trying to explain that they did not mean to break in, but just came here by mistake.

But before he could finish his words, Ling Xiao suddenly took half a step forward, with a calm and polite movement, and saluted the old woman with his fists clasped.

He tried hard to control his inner tension and keep his tone as calm as possible, without revealing any flaws: "Senior, we just lost our way in this vast world and came here by mistake."

"With your status and cultivation, are you still going to embarrass us youngsters who are not very experienced in the world?"

On the surface, he looked respectful, but his peripheral vision was like a sharp eagle's, always paying close attention to the movements of the bone staff in the old woman's hand.

At this time, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and his clothes were tightly stuck to his body, but he was completely unaware.

When the old woman heard this, she was stunned at first, and then she laughed strangely.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like countless broken glass rubbing against each other, drilling straight into everyone's ears, causing pain in their eardrums, as if their souls were being torn apart by this laughter.

Her hunched body trembled violently from her laughter. Her withered fingers trembled as she pointed at everyone, her voice filled with endless mockery: "Hehe? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child who's so easy to fool?"

"Today, none of you can leave alive!"

Before she finished her words, she swung the bone staff in her hand violently, like a black lightning that cut through the void.

The eye sockets of the skull, which were originally flickering with a faint red light, suddenly burst into red light, dyeing the surrounding darkness into an eerie blood-red color.