"This place is truly bizarre. Why don't we find a way out?" the Gray Weasel Demon said, the six whiskers beside its mouth trembling.
"Even if we want to leave now, I'm afraid it won't be so easy." The refined old man's expression was grave, while the other Demon Race members looked even worse. They were only at the Spirit Severing Realm. Even if they were stronger than the deceased Azure Candle Demon, the difference was not worlds apart. To kill the Azure Candle Demon so easily was simply inconceivable.
In other words, if that shadow had ambushed them instead, even if they survived, their fate probably would not have been much better. In this perilous, haunted place, being seriously wounded was no trivial matter.
"Brother Lu, don't you feel that the tomb spirits here have grown fewer and fewer? Their auras are extremely strange too." At another spot in the stone cavern, the Boar Demon seemed to have sensed something. His gaze swept back and forth in all directions.
"The tomb spirits are growing fewer. In a place like this, there are only two possibilities." Lu Xiaotian increased the range of his spiritual sense's probing. Although his Primordial Spirit was being suppressed, he was still far more vigilant than the Boar Demon.
"What two possibilities?"
"One is that the tomb spirits don't like this place. The other is that something even more formidable is here, causing ordinary tomb spirits to instinctively fear it." Lu Xiaotian leaned toward the latter possibility. The Baleful Intent here was no less abundant than outside. There should not be a lack of tomb spirits.
"Don't scare me." The Boar Demon shrank his neck at that, and he also felt the second possibility was more likely. "Why don't we leave after all? This place feels