Right at the Temple gates, a large number of guards stood watch.
Even from afar, one could sense that these Six Paths Race warriors were the elite of the elite. Each had endured trials of blood and fire, and their strength had reached the utmost extreme.
They wore Bronze Armor, its mottled blood-patterned talismans flickering, Qing Ge clutched tightly in their hands.
Even from a distance, one could sense a powerful Killing Intent sweeping through the entire space, almost condensing into something tangible.
Moreover, the auras of those guards were linked together, forming a massive phantom that circled high in the air.
A terrifying giant beast seemed to be concealed within it.
Within that blood-red, trembling space, surging power ceaselessly eroded everything around it.
A pair of scarlet eyes, like tiny suns, cast forth a soul-shaking radiance.
These guards were also exceedingly formidable in terms of individual strength.
Compared to human immortal cultivators, they were at the Transformation Dao Realm.
Though they had only just entered the First Tribulation Realm, with so many gathered together, they were already enough to give Zheng Yi an enormous headache.
Especially that terrifying spirit of the storm coiled overhead, condensed from blood and Killing Intent—even Zheng Yi did not dare rely on the peculiarities of his Reincarnation Body to force his way through.
If he entered directly, he would likely be squeezed out of the void at once.
The killing intent condensed by so many powerful beings was simply too terrifying.
Even Zheng Yi's face was filled with caution and gravity.
This was one reason why, despite having already arrived here, Zheng Yi did not dare act rashly and had not even dared set foot on that plaza lightly.
After all, once he was affected, it would mean the complete failure of this undertaking.