"What is going on..."
Seeing such a bizarre scene, Duhun Zi hurriedly retreated and then stood firm on the path at the edge of the enclosing wall.
That circle of bizarre power surged forth, actually leaving Xiao Yan's entire body covered in injuries before it finally returned to peace.
"Fall back!"
"Leave quickly!"
Instantly, Xiao Yan could not care about the various large and small injuries on his body. Only the sense of strangeness within his heart grew intensely, and he grabbed the two females, retreating at lightning speed.
The fluctuations fed back by the Eye of the Clan Mark caused Xiao Yan to feel that this legendary Third Generation Poison God Xuanhe seemed to harbor no small amount of enmity toward the Xiao Clan.
While retreating from the depths of this courtyard's pavilions, the Eye of the Clan Mark maintained its vigilance, appearing as though it were wary of something.
"Pfft."
At the same time, when Xiao Yan and the others began to move, they seemed to have disturbed some mysterious creature. Within this courtyard's pavilions, dark green mist surged from the ground, enveloping all the surrounding escape routes such as the enclosing walls and paths.
At this moment, the figure sitting quietly on the wooden board ahead twitched slightly, as if an ancient aura that had slept quietly for countless ages were slowly awakening!
"The Third Generation Poison God... Xuanhe."
Xiao Yan's expression was grave, his gaze locked tightly onto the pool in front of him and this bizarre figure.
Judging from Xiao Yan's current perception, this fellow was no different from a real human being in terms of vitality, aura, and appearance!
Yet if a powerhouse who had survived for countless ages truly were still alive, how could he inhabit such a place.
"Gulp."
Everyone swallowed with