After what had just happened, even he could not help feeling afraid.
The terror of this secret realm had far surpassed his imagination.
Now, all he could do was cling tightly to Ye Lin.
After all, his life was currently in Ye Lin's hands.
As they continued onward, Wang Mingyang's heart beat faster and faster, and he grew ever more tense.
Every so often, he could sense several auras belonging to Daluo Golden Immortals, making him tremble with fear.
At the same time, a thought arose in his heart.
Just how many Daluo Golden Immortals were there in this place?
Good heavens.
Terrifying...
Truly terrifying...
All along the way, Wang Mingyang followed closely behind Ye Lin, not daring to overstep in the slightest.
A moment later, the two arrived at White King Palace and saw the majestic palace standing before them.
On the ground surrounding White King Palace stood one Daluo Golden Immortal after another.
As though they had noticed the pair, the Daluo Golden Immortals below all raised their heads to look over, every gaze carrying an incomparably intense scrutiny.
A grim, murderous air permeated the surrounding atmosphere.
Everyone wore an exceedingly solemn expression.
Even a faint holy might hung in the air.
At this sight, Wang Mingyang was nearly scared to death.
"Holy... holy might."
Wang Mingyang was terrified out of his wits. He had never expected a quasi-Saint expert to be here.
In an ordinary secret realm, having a few Daluo Golden Immortals would already be the limit.
Yet here, Daluo Golden Immortals were as common as if they cost nothing.
And beyond that, there was even a quasi-Saint watching from the shadows.
At this moment, the secret realm gave Wang Mingyang the feeling of a Dragon's pool and Tiger's den.
At this point, his life truly