"Have we actually been going around in circles this whole time?" Zhu Shiyu asked in disbelief.
A ghost wall—something only ordinary mortals might encounter. Yet they were Realm Lords, and mid-stage Realm Lords at that. How had they encountered such a thing?
"I don't know either." Chen Fei shook his head with a deep frown.
Chen Fei truly did not know, but judging from the incessant tremors in his soul just now and the current surroundings, they really might have been circling the area all along.
All that flying just now might have been an illusion created by the Ancient City's influence.
But the barrier within Chen Fei's soul had clearly not shattered, which meant his soul had not been affected all this time. So how had this happened?
Suddenly, Chen Fei's gaze sharpened slightly. In one corner of his soul barrier, a black speck had appeared. An aura of disorder spread from that speck through Chen Fei's soul.
Chen Fei's heart stirred. He had not noticed that speck on his soul barrier before. Perhaps it had been there for a long time, yet he had subconsciously overlooked it.
Something capable of making Chen Fei subconsciously ignore it could only be an influence exerted by this Ancient City.
He thought there was nothing wrong with him, but the problem had long since taken root. No wonder they had been circling nearby without ever noticing anything amiss.
"Brother Chen, look! Isn't there something wrong with the number of figures inside that Ancient City?" Zhu Shiyu's voice rang beside Chen Fei's ear, carrying a trace of panic.
Chen Fei turned to look at the Ancient City. The withered figures praying within it were now staring straight at them.
Chen Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, because beside those withered figures stood two figures