"Good, good. To think you could provide me with so much pure demonic Qi—it seems you're no low-ranking member of the Saint Race. As long as I absorb a few more like you, the restrictions inside this old man's body can be completely lifted."
A burst of wild laughter rang in Lin Xuan's ears. Then the figure within the demonic Qi abruptly turned his head. Though the sinister demon fog blocked his features, Lin Xuan could still see the savage grin at the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, a vast pressure surged out in a swarm. Lin Xuan staggered back three steps—thud, thud, thud—his expression instantly sinking to the extreme. The oppression the other party brought him was like what he had felt at the Xianyun Sect's main altar when he encountered the Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor... no, to be precise, it was even stronger than the Heaven Origin Saint Ancestor's incarnation.
What kind of monster was this?
Lin Xuan felt his throat go a little dry. He had originally wanted to come here to search for treasure, yet he had never expected this result in the end.
Damn it!
Where exactly had things gone wrong? Could it be that the Treasure Map had been fake from the very beginning?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, but at this moment there was no time for him to ponder further. The monster's savage laugh entered his ears. "Another fool who doesn't know death has come. Since you've come here, then hand your life over to this venerable one."
Before the words had even fallen, the demonic Qi began churning violently. Then the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves rang in his ears. A small portion of the demon fog condensed and transformed, turning into a pitch-black giant python.