On Qihuang Island, within a dark, damp stone tomb, Ning Chen and the White Tiger had already ventured inside for several hours.
Deep within the stone tomb, yin spirits appeared. Their yin energy pierced to the bone, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
The White Tiger opened its mouth and spat out a bolt of lightning, purifying all the yin spirits. As a descendant of the Four Symbols Divine Beings, it was born to detest such ominous things.
Ning Chen looked ahead, thoughts flashing through his mind, and continued onward.
The White Tiger followed cautiously behind, its divine sense on guard, careful to the extreme.
The man and tiger moved swiftly forward. The deeper they entered the stone tomb, the more they felt the oppressive yin energy ahead.
Ning Chen's expression gradually darkened. This pressure was not quite right. After ordinary creatures died, even if they turned into ghosts, their strength would weaken considerably compared to when they were alive. Yet the pressure ahead was at least at the Mortal Realm, perhaps even above the King Realm. What kind of terrifying existence had such a powerful ghost been in life?
Behind him, the White Tiger also sensed the pressure coming from the depths of the stone tomb. It let out a low growl, growing increasingly restless.
Roar!
A sudden earth-shaking roar resounded through heaven and earth. Within the stone tomb, even space began to tremble, unable to bear the violent shock.
Roar!
Hearing the roar from within the tomb, anger appeared in the White Tiger's eyes. It answered the being in the depths with an equally furious roar.
"Don't make noise."
Ning Chen turned back and lightly rebuked it, then looked ahead, a thoughtful glint flashing in his eyes.
"Whimper..."
Rebuked by its master, the White Tiger gave a wronged little