"Be careful! We might have already entered the deep layer world!" Number Two loudly reminded, and Gao Ming felt uneasy as well. He and the Flesh Ghost God both sensed an indescribable pressure.
"It seems to be above us."
Looking up, they saw a giant shadow vaguely floating within the boundless mist.
The faceless statues grabbed the door frame; they seemed to sense something too and all looked in the same direction above.
"No matter what's up there, let's just get moving!" For the first time, Gao Ming realized how terrifying a rotten soul could be. His eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, his five senses deteriorated, and his memories lost their colors.
Since helping the Flesh Immortal gather its body, this was the first time Gao Ming encountered wounds he couldn't heal; the power of flesh and blood could only slow the rotting process.
