Ao Zuling rushed into Inn No. 7, brimming with excitement.
In an instant, an immensely powerful pressure descended from every direction like a cage, without a single blind spot.
Ao Zuling felt the True Essence surging through his body grind to a halt, as though it had been mixed with great quantities of mud and sand.
Many of the tiny currents within his meridians were completely cut off as well.
It was as if burly men were clinging all over him. The crushing pressure made his limbs feel as heavy as if they had been filled with lead; even taking a simple step had become difficult.
The sight inside the inn sent an even colder chill through his heart.
The inn was not large: a single-story room, its ceiling blackened with soot. Quite a bit of clutter had been piled off to one side, evidently just cleared away, leaving a wide open space in the middle.
Inside the room were a cow, an ape, a White-Haired Sable, and that most detestable bird demon.
At this moment, they all wore ferocious expressions and had locked onto him.
The most terrifying one was the cow.
It was actually standing upright!
It had a massive Purple Gold Gourd slung over its shoulder.
And that ape was holding up a pitch-black iron rod.
The bird demon had transformed into human form as well, grabbing a small stool from nearby.
The three beasts glared at him, killing intent billowing from them.
Even the White-Haired Sable, which held nothing at all, had icy light in its eyes.
What inn was this?
This was a trap shop!!
That was Ao Zuling's first reaction. Instinctively, he wanted to flee; this was absolutely no place of goodwill.
Yet when he turned around, he discovered that the main door behind