"Damn it."
Ye Lin hid inside a small palace, watching the "pedestrians" patrolling outside—he had named them Demonic Corpses.
The Demonic Corpses outside wandered the streets, each of them aimless as they patrolled in every direction. Ye Lin drew all of his aura back into his body, doing his utmost not to leak even the slightest trace of it.
"How am I supposed to get out? I can't beat the one up there, and the secret realm's gate has closed. Just what is the way out?"
Ye Lin scratched his head helplessly, his head throbbing.
If this went on, he would be worn to death here alive. He had no desire to die here in such a suffocatingly miserable way.
"That creature up there seemed to say they were going to wage war on the outside world. Could the outside world be the Xuanhuang Great World? If so, it'll definitely open the secret realm's gate then."
"The instant the secret realm's gate opens, I can seize the chance to escape."
"But the premise is that I have to survive until then."
Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the ground and began regulating his breathing. He needed to restore himself to his peak. That Saint-Falling Fist earlier had consumed nearly thirty percent of his spiritual energy in a single punch.
The expenditure was simply terrifying.
Clink, clink, clink.
Suddenly, in the utterly silent palace, the sound of steel striking steel rang out.
Though the sound was faint, Ye Lin still noticed it.
Ye Lin opened his eyes in confusion. How could there possibly be such a sound here?
Clink, clink, clink.
The soft sounds continued. Ye Lin looked at the floor—the noise was coming from beneath it.
The next moment, the ground some distance away from Ye Lin trembled slightly. A large