The heavy stone gate eerily opened from the originally immaculate palace wall without any cracks.
The thickness of this palace wall had been tested by the likes of Gong Jiu and others on scene, damn thick!
Hand grenades definitely wouldn't blast it open, and if you really used some high-efficiency explosives, you might as well collapse the entire palace.
Nobody would be that stupid!
So, when it comes to ancient tombs, modern technology isn't necessarily omnipotent, at least not now.
With a loud clang, the gate was pulled open, revealing pitch darkness inside.
Dark and pressing, like a massive cavity, cold wind whistled out, assaulting the senses with a chilling breath.
It smelled damp, like moss.
The feeling wasn't good for everyone present.
Gong Jiu's waist-mounted flashlight had been soaked several times already, and now, after multiple presses, it failed to shine.
"Damn it, they told me it was waterproof, this is just shoddy goods!" Brother Ma cursed.
