The Slaughter Sword Mountain was empty.
Luo Zheng stood at the opening and looked down.
Deep-red light shone from within the mountain, but he could not make out what lay inside.
Then a glossy green light flashed across Luo Zheng's eyes. Even after gazing again, he still could not see anything clearly.
Although Luo Zheng had sensed the strange aura ever since entering the cave, now that he had come this far, he naturally would not turn back.
Without another thought, Luo Zheng stepped into the opening and began sinking downward from the top of Slaughter Sword Mountain.
At that moment, Luo Zheng was also bearing tremendous pressure!
The baleful intent within the Sword Mountain had grown so dense that it seemed almost tangible. At a glance, it looked like streams of red mist. Those mists twisted into bizarre shapes, as if all kinds of demons and monsters were circling around Luo Zheng. Even faint, grotesque cries seemed to echo from within.
Yet when Luo Zheng strained his ears to listen, he heard nothing at all, as though those sounds were merely sensations born in his mind.
"Whoosh..."
At that instant, Luo Zheng suddenly felt a shadow sweep over him.
"What was that?"
Luo Zheng immediately grew alert. Although he could be called highly skilled and fearless, he had only just attained the Divine Extremity Realm. He was far from invincible.
As he swept his gaze upward, Luo Zheng also released his senses.
However, the dense baleful intent in the cave affected his perception. Perhaps being immersed in it had caused him to hallucinate.
The baleful intent here was simply too dense. Staying too long would likely lead to unpredictable consequences.
With that thought, Luo Zheng sped up his descent. Soon, he landed on the ground. Slaughter Sword Mountain lay