Chapter 687
A deep and lightless underground cavern.
The ground was covered in damp, black, and muddy earth. Odd magical plants with strange shapes grew sparsely in this place.
The rock walls of the cavern had been eroded by rainwater over the years. The loose sand and dirt had already peeled off the walls, leaving only the tough rock behind, along with the glowing moss.
The lighting was dim in the first place. Even the spots of green light emitting from the moss couldn’t possibly illuminate such a vast underground space. In fact, the dim light further lent the cavern an air of mystery and immensity, making the place solemn and menacing.
Thin mist wandered inside the caves of various sizes, cloaking everything in a blurry haze.
Greem took the initiative and walked at the very front. The dark red Ring of Fire around his body clashed with the water vapor, constantly sizzling and crackling. The initially damp earth beneath their feet quickly turned into dry and soft sand after being roasted by the Ring of Fire. It was a quiet and gentle feeling to step upon the sand with leather boots, almost as if one was riding upon clouds.
The crimson Ring of Fire was like a sharp, red-hot knife slicing through the mist and expelling the thick vapors to either side of their path. The magical plants that grew thinly along the way waved their spiked tendrils about in the depths of the fog, their odd poses resembling terrifying demons that had climbed of hell itself.
Several ugly and twisted creatures were also howling and shuffling between the magical plants.
Cold and disdainful smiles simultaneously appeared upon the faces of the three individuals inside the Ring of Fire.
Several wondrous magical lights were surging around them. Judging by the appearance, it was a phenomenon triggered by the constant activation of the Charm spell.
These Charm Banshees could also be considered as high-grade spirits. Their powers could reach First Grade. However, the process of their creation had caused a severe impact on their intelligence, making them vastly inferior to First Grade adepts. If it had been a First Grade adept that ran into Greem’s party, they would have run as far away as they could. Why would they ever try something as suicidal as attempting to seduce a high-Grade adept?
The Charm that they held so much pride in obviously couldn’t affect the three adepts at all. Thus, after a bit of harassment, the banshee leader behind them finally appeared.
A First Grade Charm Banshee!
Compared to her subordinates, this banshee’s spirit body was more solid and focused. There was none of that phantasmal and intangible look to it. She was draped in a light green evening gown and wore delicate, translucent crystal heels. She walked across the air and emerged from the thick darkness, swaying her hips with every step.
“Handsome boy, your body seems so strong and mighty,” The banshee leader spoke with a maddeningly sweet voice as she gently caressed her own body with her jade-white hands. She licked her lips lightly and betrayed an intense desire on her enchanting face, “Hurry. Hurry up and use your boiling warmth to fill my lonely body.”
In all honesty, if Greem were only an ordinary traveler, he would have lost his soul and foolishly walked into the banshee leader’s embrace like a puppet on strings.
Sadly, he was not!
In fact, with the two witches behind him, he could hardly even feign attraction.
“Should we go somewhere else for the moment and leave some time for you lovebirds?” Alice chuckled. She clearly thought that this scene was hilarious.