Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Everything is ready.

Lin Gui took a deep breath and gripped the control stick of the airship.

Instead of accelerating immediately, he reduced his speed to the minimum.

The airship, like a floating leaf, skimmed the ground and silently glided into the wailing corridor.

The pace of progress was frustratingly slow.

They moved towards the center of the basin little by little, almost at a walking pace.

In order to reduce the field of vision of his Netherworld Eyes and prevent too many soul demons from frightening him and attracting his attention.

Lin Gui deliberately lowered the flying boat's head, looking at the land, relying entirely on his memory to guide the flying boat along the route.

Shea looked puzzled.

She thought Lin Gui would rush over like he always did.

Now it's as slow as a snail.

She pursed her lips, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

But his gaze couldn't help but drift downwards.

The environment of the Howling Corridor is completely different from the areas we traversed before.

The fog seemed even thicker, and the air was filled with the stale smell of death.

That wasn't the stench of a corpse, but rather a deeper, more subdued, soul-deep aura.

The ground was almost devoid of soil and vegetation.

Only the grayish-white, seemingly repeatedly crushed rock skeletons were exposed.

Occasionally, one can see huge, bottomless cracks.

Like a scar torn open by invisible claws, lying across the earth.

What chilled Shia the most was the omnipresent feeling of being watched.

Even if you can't see it, you can still feel it clearly.

And this invisible "sense of being watched" becomes stronger and stronger as you go deeper.

Just as Shia's nerves were stretched to their limit—

A very faint, drawn-out wail rang out.

"Ugh... um..."

The sound was faint and elusive, like a sigh seeping from the far reaches of the earth.

Shia shuddered and instantly reached for the dagger at her waist.

Just as she was about to draw her sword...

Ahead, Lin Gui, who had been looking down, tilted his head slightly.

Those gray eyes glanced subtly in a certain direction.

His gaze was icy, carrying a silent "warning".

next second.

That faint, almost imperceptible wail...

Stopped abruptly.

Shea stared intently in the direction Lin Gui was looking.

There was nothing there.

In Lin Gui's view, a spirit demon appeared in what was originally an empty space.

The hero-level spirits retreated in a very chaotic manner.

It disintegrated into several wisps of pale blue tobacco, twisting and wriggling deep into the rock crevices.

Lin Gui lowered his gaze, his gray eyes subtly sweeping across the surrounding ground.

The multi-legged, centipede-like ghost lying on the left rock wall suddenly curled up its limbs.

The monster, whose countless pale arms had emerged from the crack on the right, suddenly retreated back into the darkness.

The asphalt-like black shadow that was slowly flowing on the ground ahead solidified instantly and seeped into the ground.

All the ferocious beings touched by this gaze retreated and vanished as if burned.

The piercing wailing in my ears completely disappeared.

A dead silence.

Only in the far distance could one faintly hear intermittent groans.

The voice was so ethereal, like a hallucination, that it only made the atmosphere more oppressive.

After dispelling the approaching spirits and demons, Lin Gui lowered his head and guided the flying boat to continue its slow ascent.

As the airship ventured deeper into the heart of the corridor...

The oppressive atmosphere around us is intensifying at a visible rate.

The temperature dropped suddenly.

It wasn't just ordinary cold; it was a chilling cold that seeped into your bones and froze your blood.

At the same time, there was an invisible sense of oppression, seemingly originating from the soul.

Like a tidal wave, it crashed against the consciousness of the three of them.

Lin Gui knew that they had entered the domain of an epic spirit demon.

The real danger is about to arrive.

The thin moonlight overhead pierced through the eerily shifting thick fog.

It even stained the fog with layers upon layers of ominous colors.

Dark blood red, viscous blackish purple, and bleak, eerie green.

Various colors intertwined and wriggled, as if the fog itself had come to life.

Shia's face was a little pale, and her emerald green eyes reflected tension.

She could feel her heartbeat quickening and her breathing becoming shallower involuntarily.

Those colors and whispered moans were constantly arousing her senses.

Eve was behind her.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her fair forehead, and her lips were tightly pressed together.

The knuckles of the hands clasped together in front of the chest were slightly white from the force.

Clearly, this psychological oppression had a deeper impact on her.

Lin Gui noticed the state of the two people behind him.

He maintained his head-down posture, intently observing what lay below.

He quietly reached his right hand behind him, groping around, and gently grasped Shia's hand that was resting on his waist.

Then, he pulled her hand over and gently pressed it against his abdomen.

Shea was slightly taken aback at first, but then immediately understood.

Without further hesitation, she tightened her arms and hugged Lin Gui's waist tightly.

Press your entire upper body tightly against his back.

Immediately afterwards, she also reached out and groped behind her.

Soon, a cool and soft hand grasped hers.

It's Eve.

Shea gently squeezed Eve's hand, conveying a silent "hold tight".

Eve didn't say anything, but obediently moved forward a little.

Then, a pair of slender yet steady arms reached out and gently wrapped around Shia's waist from behind.

It was a steady, light embrace, yet it carried an undeniable sense of support.

The body temperature and heartbeats of the three people emanated through their clothing in this cold and desolate wasteland.

They were connected, albeit weakly and stubbornly.

Lin Gui took a deep breath.

He then focused his attention again and took control of the airship.

They continued to slowly approach that unknown "blank space" surrounded by powerful demons.

According to Blackbeard, the only person who successfully traversed the Howling Corridor was Shadowblade Lin.

In this desolate place, she was besieged by at least ten epic spirit demons.

She rushed into the corridor almost recklessly, relying on the extreme speed of a top assassin.

They navigated perilous passages through countless unseen and deadly gaps in the attack.

even so.

When she finally crossed this forbidden area, there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on her body.

She couldn't see those terrible attacks.

Just like in the withered rift valley, Ghosn couldn't see Shia's arrows hidden under the veil of night.

The number and strength of the spirit demons here far exceed what Shadow Blade Lin can contend with.

Relying on her epic ascension speed and formidable physique, she can travel through time once.

But there is absolutely no possibility of crossing it a second time.

Lin Gui and Ying Ren Lin are completely different.

He can see things that ordinary people cannot perceive.

After a whole night of reconnaissance, every powerful demon's gathering point within a 30-kilometer radius of the corridor was identified.

He already knows everything.

However, his own strength was too weak.

So weak that it can't even withstand the aftershocks of any random attack.

For Shadow Blade Lin, who has risen to the Epic rank, formidable physical strength is the ultimate guarantee.

The ghost doesn't have that kind of guarantee.

Therefore, he must be more careful than Shadow Blade Lin.

He had to disguise himself as a...

A slow, sluggish "rat" that accidentally wandered into a forbidden area.

To completely expose one's harmless and useless side to those.

A terrifying presence that had already cast a glance at me when I entered.

Lin Gui's slow infiltration at this moment was a performance for those demons who didn't care about him.

It's also an act for that person...

From the start of the investigation, it had been subtly following his gaze...

Epic-rank low-tier Crimson Soul Demon.

That person who circled a blank area for Avalon...

"Gatekeeper".