The rope ladder dropped, extending into the depthless darkness below.
Fang Hao released the Demon Doll, which wore a Nightstone around its neck, and then, accompanied by two black-armored warriors, climbed down.
After descending four or five meters, they touched the ground.
This was an empty room.
Structurally speaking, it was akin to an attic at the top of a house.
Whoosh~!
Fine sand cascaded from the entrance.
Cleolando, followed by more than twenty Skeleton soldiers, also climbed down.
"Why have you come down as well? Aren't you afraid of danger?" Fang Hao asked.
"Pah! The dust storm up there was too much; I was having trouble breathing. I came down to take a look; I've brought a Teleportation Scroll, so I can leave if there's danger." Cleolando took off his scarf, spitting out a few grains of sand from his mouth and then patting his chest.
Today's environment was indeed a bit harsh.
The sand was fierce, with signs of an impending Sandstorm.
