Even with Tian Xiaojian's broad experience, even after he had rolled through countless storms of blood and gore, at this moment, his expression suddenly turned dark and cold.
A hair-raising feeling.
For some reason, cold sweat actually seeped from his forehead.
Though the barriers around this independent space were incomparably hard, the area itself was not vast. He had already searched it carefully with his divine sense and had not sensed the slightest presence of any other life.
This voice... where exactly had it come from, and what kind of creature was it?
Though his heart was shaken to the extreme, at this moment, Tian Xiaojian had no energy to spare for anything extraneous.
There were priorities in all things. Right now, his little life could be buried in that terrifying demonic Qi at any moment.
A rumbling sound entered his ears.
The vortex overhead grew ever more dreadful.
Then a pitch-black beam of light sprayed out from within.
It was not too thick, only about a foot in diameter, and there was no great sound accompanying it.
At first glance, it did not seem all that eye-catching.
Yet Tian Xiaojian's expression suddenly froze.
Laymen watched the excitement; experts saw the doorway.
In the Immortal Cultivation world, the power of an attack was not proportional to its size. As a Demon Cultivator of the Lihe Realm, Tian Xiaojian's sensitivity toward demonic Qi was naturally acute to the extreme.
The demonic Qi contained within it was so dense that it had almost reached the point of taking solid form.
Moreover, he had the feeling of being locked onto, with nowhere to dodge.
That sensation simply could not be described with words, as though some kind of Laws of Heaven and Earth were contained within this unremarkable beam of light.
Tian Xiaojian