The source of the smell came from the moss densely covering the stone door. Hidden deep within this sunless shadowy place, coupled with the unusually damp pit, Lin Beichen felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.
He knew well that if this blow still couldn't open the stone door, then, despite his unwillingness to see the person inside trapped to death, he would be helpless.
The spiders behind him were slowly closing in, seemingly deterred by the previous Celestial Thunder. Their pace had slowed considerably. But Lin Beichen understood that to these spiders, a living person was undoubtedly a sumptuous feast, and they would not easily give up this great dining opportunity.
So, he quickened his pace in silently reciting Daoist Techniques, his brow furrowed, concentrating intently.
