C1237 CHAPTER1237

In the depths of the ancient mausoleum, the valley was steeped in a bone-chilling cold, and a deathly silence pervaded the air. This oppressive quietude only served to amplify the valley's eerie nature.

Xia Yuanba, eyes wide with fear, gazed upon Peter Parker, who stood before him with an air of arrogance. A shiver ran down his spine, an unexplainable coldness gripping him from head to toe