"Huff——"
The sudden wind, filled with some moisture, squeezed eagerly through the crack of the door, continuously slapping Lin Yi's face. There was a faint, indescribable stench within the wind, subconsciously bringing to mind a sea surface covered with freshly dead deep-sea fish.
Behind the door, the hallway was filled with the howling of the wind, like countless ghosts crying. Old Mo exerted a great deal of effort to push the iron door open just enough for a person to pass through, then couldn't push it anymore.
"You first!" Old Mo growled, his arms muscular and knotted like old tree trunks, seemingly bursting with power, yet even so, it seemed he could not pry open the iron door further.
Lin Yi didn't hesitate and decisively squeezed through.
As he passed through the door, he could clearly feel the iron door trembling at a terrifying frequency, reminiscent of a high-frequency knife. Even separated by several centimeters, he felt as if his skin was about to be sliced open.
