He could see the darkness and the faint edge of the floor about a dozen meters down.
Pyo-wol estimated the depth by the length of the rope hanging from the pulley. He also estimated the depth by counting numbers while falling.
His instincts were spot-on.
He had stopped at the precise moment.
Pyo-wol collected the Soul-Reaping Thread and descended along the walls of the vertical cave.
At the bottom of the vertical cave, four warriors were standing guard.
One of them looked up at the top of the vertical cave. However, all he could see was total darkness.
His companion looked at him strangely.
�What�s wrong?�
�Nothing. I just thought I heard something from up there.�
�Must be the wind.�
�It sounded like the fluttering of a clothing though?�
�You probably misheard. Isn�t the wind quite strong?�
�Maybe?�
In the end, the warrior who had looked up scratched his head and looked at his companions.
One of his companions then said,
�If you stay here long enough, you�ll start hearing things. Even the wind would sometimes sound like a ghost�s wailing.�
�Do you hear that too? Because I do as well.�
�I don�t understand why they set up a guard post here when we already have the Thousand-Section Illusionary Formation1 set up outside.�
�Shouldn�t you know our leader�s personality by now? Anyway, stop whining and stand guard. If word gets out that we�re slacking off, we�ll be whipped.�
�Umm!�
The warriors stopped talking and stood guard again.
They would never have imagine the fact that a black shadow was crawling above their heads.
With such an unparalleled grip strength and a hardened body, Pyo-wol was crawling upside down on the ceiling.
Only when Pyo-wol was out of the warriors� sight did he descend to the floor.
�Huu!�
Descending over three hundred meters underground without the help of any equipment was no easy feat for him either.
It was so difficult that even he felt exhausted for a moment.
He stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
Fortunately, after a while, his body condition had somewhat recovered. JrNovels.com