When the distance between them was only a step away, Luo Zheng finally sensed something. With a puzzled look, he turned his head.
There was nothing behind him. Nothing at all.
Luo Zheng frowned, and a trace of confusion surfaced on his face.
"What is it, Luo Zheng?" Primal Celestial Venerable asked.
"It feels like something is following me." Luo Zheng sniffed, sensing a thread of chilly air drifting around him.
"This place is indeed somewhat strange. Be careful," Primal Celestial Venerable reminded him.
Before Luo Zheng, no one had ever entered this stretch of heaven and earth. Primal Celestial Venerable was unsure as well, so all he could do was tell Luo Zheng to be careful.
Luo Zheng nodded and moved his feet again. Just as he was about to take that step, the chilly air suddenly grew heavier. He whipped around and saw Little Boy's rotting face. Little Boy had already opened his bloody maw, the cracks at the corners of his mouth stretching all the way to his ears. Every tooth was sharp as a beast's fang, and black drool trickled down the tips of his teeth, stretching into threads and giving off a thick, fishy stench.
"Get lost!"
Luo Zheng was startled as well and, almost instinctively, drove a punch at Little Boy.
"Boom!"
The three or four hundred thousand units of Divine Jun Power that erupted casually struck Little Boy in the face. His fangs and features instantly twisted, and his entire body was wrenched into a pretzel by the tremendous force. He flew dozens of yards into the distance before crashing to the ground.
Why was there a monster in the form of a little boy in this damned place?
Puzzled, Luo Zheng had already reached the spot where Little Boy had crashed. That