"Then let's split up," Xu Zimei said.
"You go for the ancient tree, I'll go for the stele."
"Just don't die, at least not before the formation is broken," Bai Tihe chuckled.
"Even if you die, I won't," Xu Zimei replied.
After separating, Xu Zimei headed towards the southeast.
He discovered that this so-called maze was only present in the central part.
As he continued forward, the area became increasingly vast.
Light started appearing in front of him.
Xu Zimei stepped out of the tunnel, the feeling of oppression instantly vanished, replaced by a desolate heaven and earth.
Xu Zimei looked up, the sky was a gloomy gray.
As if veiled by dark clouds.
In front of him, the barren yellow earth was filled with deathly silence.
There were a few Ghost Claw Trees, all sinister and terrifying.
The trees seemed to be dead, only the old bark was slowly peeling off.
A few crows with gloomy eyes stared sternly at any creatures passing by.
