"Hiss... this ghostly place!"

Qin Hui's voice, muffled with disgust, emerged from beneath his mask as he instinctively clutched the heavy shield in his hand.

Qi Hao stood by his side, the spikes on his gloves glinting coldly.

"Maintain formation, follow the plan." Fang Qingyu's voice pierced through the miasma, deep and steady, "Old Qiao in the center, record everything, mark points, passage directions, Life Ghost features."

"Understood!" Old Qiao responded immediately, swiftly retrieving a palm-sized recorder from the side pouch of his backpack, holding it tightly in one hand while rapidly operating a tactical tablet with the other.

"Qin Hui, Qi Hao, lead the vanguard, support each other, stay alert to any movement. Wei Banmeng at the rear, keeping guard, watch the rear and the dead angles above the pit walls." Fang Qingyu's instructions were clear and concise.

Wei Banmeng nodded silently, drawing two short blades in reverse grip.

"Xiaojiang, follow me."

Fang Qingyu glanced down at Jiang Wei beside him.

The little girl nodded, exuding an unusual focus, her small figure sticking closely to Fang Qingyu, with an intangible wave of heat faintly circulating around her.

The seven-member wedge formation, under the dim phosphorescent glow, seemed like a minuscule existence venturing into the throat of a giant beast, advancing along the sloping, mucus-covered, and debris-filled gigantic pit passage.

The shared map on the tactical terminal, marked by Old Qiao, started extending a faint light trail representing their steps from the entrance outward.

The dead silence was short-lived.

Less than a hundred meters in, a gnawing, dense crunching sound accompanied by a dragging sticky noise emerged from the miasma rolling at the left side of a fork ahead.

"Here they come!"

Qin Hui growled, his heavy shield slammed in front of him with a thud.

Qi Hao instantly hunched down, his gloves crossed over his chest, locking his gaze on the source of the sound.

The miasma stirred, and seven or eight twisted figures darted out!

They looked like skinned, hastily stitched-up vicious dogs, their bodies covered in gray-white, rotting flesh dripping with mucus, revealing stark white ribs.

Their heads twisted and deformed, with muddled eyes displaying only the most ravenous hunger.

Rotting Corpse Dogs!

These were considered common Life Ghosts in this pit, classified at the Breakthrough Level.

"Leave them to us!"

Battle fervor surged in Qi Hao's eyes.

With a forceful step forward, his Qi Blood rushed instantly, his fists tearing through the miasma, carrying a fierce gust towards the leading Corpse Dog.

"Bang!"

A dull sound of bone cracking erupted.

The Corpse Dog's head collapsed like a smashed rotten watermelon, splattering foul blood mixed with brain matter.

"Be careful not to get bitten or scratched!"

Qin Hui's heavy shield, like a mobile wall, slammed aside two approaching Corpse Dogs.

The battle erupted in an instant! Qin Hui's shield blocked and slammed with mountain-like steadiness while Qi Hao's gloves attacked with precision and venom.

Their coordination was somewhat awkward, but the surging Qi Blood compensated for their lack of experience with sheer force.

Despite the large number of Corpse Dogs, their fragile defenses and lack of speed and power in the face of Breakthrough Level Martial Artists quickly led to their total annihilation by the duo.

Fang Qingyu watched calmly.

Not until the last Corpse Dog was stomped and crushed by Qi Hao did he speak: "Well done, be mindful of corpse toxin corrosion, isolate while channeling Power. Old Qiao, record D-7 entrance, southwest direction, first fork encountered Corpse Dog group, count eight..."

"Received!"

Old Qiao's fingers swiftly slid over the tablet.

Meanwhile

The prompt from the chart flashed through Fang Qingyu's mind.

[New type of Life Ghost recorded: Rotting Corpse Dog, rewarded one Skill Point]

He had just snatched one dying one.

For documentation.

The rest were handled by the duo.

Training was necessary.

The team continued their advance.

The pit passage, winding like a giant beast's intestines, was filled with numerous branches.

The phosphorescent moss, in dimly white or ghostly green, was the main light source, casting the twisted passage like a netherworld.

The team encountered two more sporadic waves of Corpse Dogs and a Shuffling Corpse Puppet moving slowly, with its body covered in bone plates like mobile meat shields.

Reasonably resolved by Qin Hui and Qi Hao.

Except for Fang Qingyu occasionally snagging a new type of Life Ghost.

Old Qiao's map marking points increased constantly.

After delving about 300 meters, they arrived at a relatively open space where the phosphorescent moss was denser.

But not long after entering.

"Watch out!"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice almost simultaneously echoed with Fang Qingyu's instinct.

From the shadows atop the space, three ghastly white figures silently dove down!

With bodies close to human size but limbs twisted disproportionately, their arms transformed into sharp bone blades glinting with ghostly green cold light!

Shriveled skin tightly clung to their bones, eye sockets sunken, burning with icy phosphorescent flames.

Joints protruded with sharp bone spikes, their movements producing piercing air-tearing whistles!

Bone-piercing Corpse Guards!

Micro Level Life Ghosts!

Speed, power, and aggression far surpassed previous cannon fodder!

"Retreat!"

Fang Qingyu shouted low, his figure stepping forward like a ghost, completely shielding Jiang Wei behind.

Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash unsheathed with a metallic clink, the blade yet to arrive, a concentrated Starlight Power mixed with icy killing intent already locked onto one Corpse Guard like cold steel!

The Corpse Guard seemed to sense fatal threat, its strike spinning bizarrely in the air, bone blades crossing to block!

"Clang——!!!"

The piercing clash of metal exploded with sparks flying!

Could Fang Qingyu's blade be halted by it?

The unstoppable Starlight Power!

The blade sliced through like it was slicing rotten wood, instantly severing the crossed bone blades, its unceasing force diagonally cleaving down the Corpse Guard's twisted shoulder and neck!

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