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Zhang Qi and the others ignored the chaotic figures running around them and pressed forward along the tomb path guided by Professor Li.
The ancient tomb shook violently, dust cascading down from the walls as if urging them to leave quickly.
The air in the tomb was thick with choking dust, forcing everyone to cover their mouths and noses with their sleeves as they groped their way through the dim and unstable environment.
A Ling, at the back, cast spells to protect everyone from the disturbances caused by the Little Zombies.
Her face grew increasingly pale, and her steps became unsteady, yet the talismans in her hands still glimmered faintly.
After prolonged combat and depleting her spiritual energy, she was nearly exhausted. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her body trembled slightly, but her gaze remained resolute.
"Everyone hurry up! My strength won't last much longer!" A Ling urged anxiously, her voice tinged with a weary rasp.
Lao Hu led the way with a dagger in hand, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
"Be careful, we don't know what other dangers await us," Lao Hu warned.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, missing no corner. Suddenly, a Little Zombie darted out from a side passage, lunging at Lao Hu.
In a flash, Lao Hu sidestepped like a streak of black lightning and swiftly drove his dagger into the Little Zombie's heart, executing the move cleanly and efficiently.
The Little Zombie instantly ceased its struggle, collapsing to the ground and turning into a pile of decaying bones.
"Hmph, trying to ambush me? Not that easy!" Lao Hu snorted coldly, a few drops of zombie ichor splattering on his face. He paid it no mind, casually wiping it away with the back of his hand, his gaze still cold and scanning the area ahead.
After a difficult trek, they finally caught sight of a glimmer of light—the exit of the ancient tomb.
Everyone's spirits lifted, and they quickened their pace.
"We're finally getting out! I never want to come back to this cursed place!" Chen Qi, one of Wang Batian's subordinates, shouted excitedly, his face a mix of exhaustion and joy.
His clothes were already in tatters, with multiple scrapes and bruises covering his body, and his hair was disheveled against his forehead. But none of that mattered now; all he could see was the exit that symbolized freedom and life.
However, just as they were about to step out of the tomb, Lao Hu suddenly halted. He noticed a strange formation at the entrance.
Professor Li stepped forward to investigate, his brow furrowed and his expression serious and focused.
He crouched down, carefully examining the patterns and symbols of the formation, muttering to himself, "This is a defensive formation; it might be the last barrier of the tomb. We need to be cautious in breaking it. This formation appears simple but hides intricate mechanisms—one wrong move could trigger a trap."
The others gathered around, anxiously watching Professor Li. After studying it for a moment, he directed them: "Zhang Qi, you stand there; A Ling, channel the power of the talisman here..."
Everyone followed Professor Li's instructions. Lao Hu stood guard nearby, vigilant.
Zhang Qi took a deep breath and positioned himself as instructed. He gripped the shovel tightly, his eyes focused as if performing a sacred ritual.
A Ling formed hand seals, slowly drawing out the power of the talisman. Her lips trembled slightly as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but she fought through her weakness, striving to maintain the flow of energy.
After much effort, the formation was finally broken, and a gentle light flashed through.
"Alright, we can go out now!" Professor Li sighed in relief, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, his eyes sparkling with wisdom behind his glasses.
The crowd cheered and rushed out of the ancient tomb. As they emerged, the fresh air greeted them, and they breathed it in greedily, as if reborn.
Sunlight poured over them, dispelling the gloom and chill of the tomb.
The azure sky stretched above like a massive gemstone, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily by. Surrounding them were the dense forests of the Greater Khingan Range, where birds chirped joyfully from the branches. Yet they knew this experience would be forever etched in their memories, and they would carry it with them into an unknown future.
Zhang Qi gazed at the distant mountains and forests, feeling a surge of emotions. "Though this journey was fraught with danger, it has brought us so much. No matter what we face in the future, we won't be afraid anymore."
Lao Hu patted him on the shoulder. "That's right. We've faced life-and-death trials; what obstacle could possibly stand in our way now?"
A look of satisfaction graced Lao Hu's face as he regarded Zhang Qi, like a mentor looking at a grown-up protégé.
The group exchanged smiles before setting off on their journey home, leaving the mysterious ancient tomb to fall silent once more, waiting for the next fated visitor to arrive.
Their figures gradually faded into the forest, their steps slightly weary but filled with strength.
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