A cool voice echoed through the enclosed valley, lingering for a long time.
Xu Lanqing's heart sank.
From the Snow Empress's expression, it seemed their visitors had come with ill intent.
He first put the herbs floating in front of him into his Storage Ring, then followed the Snow Empress's gaze upward.
Zheng Zhan, who had been wandering around, snapped to attention the moment the Snow Empress spoke. He moved to Xu Lanqing's side and stared at the mouth of the valley as if facing a formidable enemy.
If the Snow Empress hadn't spoken, he wouldn't even have known anyone was coming.
The Ice Empress and Xiao Bai likewise stopped cultivating and turned their wary gazes toward the sky.
The Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma covering the mouth of the valley churned and roiled. In the next instant, a black, furry hand dozens of meters across, formed from Soul Power, tore through it as if ripping cloth, leaving a hole in the miasma.
The Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma beside the opening didn't flow in to fill it. The newcomers had likely suppressed it.
Thirteen people stood suspended in the air within the dark opening in the Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma.
Each radiated a powerful aura, and their presences seemed faintly linked, pressing down on everyone in the valley like invisible boulders.
Zheng Zhan's expression was grim. Though he was usually composed, at that moment he felt as if a thousand mud horses were trampling through his mind.
It was even worse than eating shit.
By his estimation, every one of them had a denser aura than he did, and there were several he couldn't read at all.
There were twelve Titled Douluo!
Why was his luck so terrible? Both times he'd gone out, it had turned into a fight for survival.
As for why