Zhang Chen's words made Zhou Chuan and Chen Xu turn pale with shock. Within that light, hundreds of bronze-colored steel cords as thick as thumbs, bristling with countless spikes like cactus needles, lunged at the three of them like agile snakes.
The steel cords were covered in spikes so terrifying that one could scarcely resist turning and running. If those things landed on one's body, would it not be riddled through like a sieve?
Fortunately, the two remembered Zhang Chen's instructions and stood perfectly still, allowing the sky-covering steel cords to bind them. The moment the cords drew close, every spike on them vanished. They wrapped the three of them up like rice dumplings, and Zhang Chen gently blew a whistle carrying an inexplicable melody. Amid the whistle's sound, the Dark Cloud Vine slowly retreated.
The danger was thus resolved!
"What a terrifying thing. I feel like I wouldn't even have the strength to resist that damned thing." Zhou Chuan stood where he was, still shaken. Though he was hailed as the martial ancestor of the present age, before such a supreme terror beyond the Twelfth Order, he was still like an ant, without the slightest power to fight back.
"This Primordial Great Tomb is filled with danger. You two brothers must remain cautious, lest you stir up trouble and lose your lives." Zhang Chen reminded them before taking the lead through the white jade doors. Once the three entered the intense light, the white jade doors slammed shut with a thunderous boom, sealing themselves without so much as a crack.
Just then, a Strange Wind blew in from the outer passageway and revealed its traces before the white jade doors. It was an expert of the Feng Family.
"There really is a great tomb here. That bastard Zhou Chuan