Tang San took out the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles.
The mechanism clicked.
Silver needles poured forth like a torrential downpour, filling the sky.
Bats fell from the air in swathes, dropping into the Blood River below.
A moment later, Tang San put away the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles and continued forward, using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track beneath his feet.
Before long.
Tang San abruptly stopped.
According to his memories from his previous life, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent should have been lurking ahead.
Tang San focused completely, one hand already gripping an immensely powerful hidden weapon.
Holding his breath, he walked forward step by step.
Yet nothing happened.
"Strange... where is the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent?" Tang San murmured, his brow furrowing ever tighter.
He cautiously took a few more steps forward, but there was still no movement at all.
Had someone cleared it out beforehand?
Or did the Hell Road simply not have a Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent in this life?
The unease in Tang San's heart grew stronger and stronger.
First, Tang Chen had not become the King of Slaughter. Now, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was gone as well. One thing after another had strayed from the course of his memories from his previous life, leaving him deeply unsettled.
But he had no other choice now but to continue onward.
Filled with doubts, Tang San proceeded along the Hell Road.
Relying on the experience from his previous life, Tang San ultimately passed every trial without any real danger.
Not long afterward, he reached the outside world.
A breeze brushed across Tang San's face, carrying the fresh scent of soil and vegetation.
But he had no time to notice it.
Normally, passing through the Hell Road should have drawn the Asura God's attention.
After