Thump, thump, thump. Gazing at that hill-like thing wreathed in Clear Light and enveloped in mist, He Mu felt his heartbeat involuntarily change with its slow expansion and contraction. No matter how hard he tried, he could not suppress it. Gradually, dizziness and weakness spread throughout his body.
More importantly, all of this was happening despite the fact that he was protected and guarded by the five-colored sword light of the Li Xian Sword—red, cyan, yellow, white, and black!
Just then, he suddenly heard two soul-shaking sounds. One was like a roar and a howl, vast and majestic, its might bearing down on all living things. The other was a clear, soaring cry, as though descending from beyond the Ninth Heaven—beautiful and pleasing to the ear.
The dragon roared and the phoenix cried, circling and spiraling around them. It was as if a whirlwind had risen on the spot, sweeping away every strange influence brought by the ancient hill-like thing. Seeing that the situation was bad, Jiuli and Ao Qin had each used the Five Virtues Heaven and Earth Fan and that Ice Soul-like immortal sword to unleash the unique divine sounds of their respective races!
He Mu's mind cleared, and he broke free from his almost limp, fainting state. Furrowing his brows, he spoke solemnly:
"This thing is far beyond the level of a demon king. I'm afraid we're not strong enough to deal with it. If we force our way forward, we may well die on the spot. We'd better withdraw for now, wait until you report what you've seen and heard to your elders, and then decide what to do."
Was this a fortuitous opportunity, or a danger?
Always cautious, He Mu had been affected by the strange phenomenon just now and felt that they still could