Zhang Chu watched the figure that called itself Shi.
He did not strike immediately.
He could feel that the tier of the aura on the other party was heavier, denser, and more real than all the ghost shadows that had previously emerged from the mist.
It stood at the other end of the stone bridge, the hem of its robe motionless, even the grayish-white sand beneath its feet seeming pressed down a fraction more by its very existence.
Extreme of Strength Realm.
No, more than that!
There was also God-Worship Power!
Zhang Chu's Spiritual Power extended forward like fine threads, and when it touched the edge of that figure, it bounced back, repelled by a layer of resistance carrying a dark-red sheen.
That layer of resistance was different from any defense he had previously encountered—there was no circulation of attributes, but rather something closer to a "rule"!
It was as if the thick darkness on the other side of the stone bridge itself was rejecting his perception!
Extreme of Strength!
And it was the Extreme of Strength within God Worship!
"Underworld Heaven, Fourth General."
Zhang Chu repeated the title, his tone as flat as if he were recounting a place name, "Shi."
"Stand here and don't move, I'll go meet him."
Zhang Chu said to Song Li.
He did not look back again, stepping onto the stone bridge as the echoes spread across the bridge deck, stirring up the faint, tinkling collision of bronze bells.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
He walked to the middle of the bridge and stopped.
The distance between him and the black-robed figure was less than ten zhang, and the sense of oppression erupted completely at that moment, squeezing from all directions simultaneously like a giant wall closing in.
Zhang Chu's robes whipped violently,