"Th-this!"
The many Ancient demons saw this scene, their pupils contracting in terror. The restriction formations of this temple were far too terrifying—one wrong step, and they would be killed instantly.
As demons who had reached the Ancient Realm, they were already considered formidable existences. Yet they could not even withstand a single strike and were reduced to ash in an instant. What kind of terrifying power was this?
At once, they sensed the dreadful nature of this temple. No wonder this group of Primordial demons had remained here for so long and still been helpless to do anything.
"It failed. Looks like something went wrong in the final step. But the path before that was correct, so we'll need to test it again." The one speaking was a Sandstorm Demon that had reached the Primordial Realm. Its entire body was formed from yellow grains of sand, radiating waves of deathly aura, as though it did not even know how many demons' lives it had claimed.
Its pair of black eyes were cold and merciless, like the god of death in the desert.
"That's right. We do need to test it a few more times. I believe we'll soon find the truly safe path into this temple." The Ice Demon beside it nodded as well.
"You, you, you—get in there immediately."
The Swamp Demon casually pointed at three Ancient demons.
What?!
The expressions of the three Ancient demons changed drastically. They had not expected their turn to come so quickly. They had seen the miserable fate of the demon that had entered the temple just now—one wrong step, and it had been reduced to ash.
If this continued, they had no chance at all of breaking the restriction formations here. If they took one wrong step as well, they would