With the entrance closed, there was no light to pierce through the suffocating darkness.
Sect Leader Joshua narrowed his eyes.
He started to reach behind his back, but his apprehension was cut short when a series of blue flames flickered to life around the cavern.
"Woah... these guys look like shit." One of the members noted.
To his credit, it wasn't a far-off assessment.
After a long duration spent underground training, the assanbosam were dressed in tattered garb and looked like they had been through all seven layers of hell.
But Joshua wasn't too worried about outward appearances. He was focused on their cultivation.
The cult of Black Myth didn't have a single member beneath the sovereign realm.
And there were not one, but four members nearing the quasi-god realm. They were just on the cusp of achieving a breakthrough.
"Bros... does it really have to be like this?" Joshua smiled wryly. "It's not very chill."
