Yang Chen proceeded cautiously. The farther forward he went, the more he sensed the sinister aura around him, as though some unfathomable conspiracy lurked in the shadows.
The Spirit King's sleeping chamber definitely held an extraordinary secret. As for what that secret was, he was growing more and more impatient to tear away the veil shrouding it all.
Thinking as he walked.
He drew ever closer to the ancient castle.
But at that moment, a chilling cold suddenly pounced toward Yang Chen.
The instant that cold spread, Yang Chen immediately sensed that something was wrong and rapidly retreated layer by layer. The next moment, an explosive boom rang out from where he had been standing.
Then, the earth, grass, and trees began to rot, completely crumbling apart.
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and saw an elderly man with snow-white hair, whose palms were withered like dead wood.
The old man wore a sinister smile. He let out two eerie chuckles, his gaze fixed on Yang Chen.
"Boy, you are quite strong to have dodged this old man's attack. It seems that you dared to enter this place without permission because you had some confidence." The old man spoke without expression.
When Yang Chen saw this man appear, he was slightly taken aback. This was a Great Ascension Stage expert, and his aura was even somewhat stronger than that of Cloud Howl Heavenly Venerate, whom he had met before.
He likely possessed around twenty-five thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions.
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could still deal with a Great Ascension Stage expert with twenty thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions, but one with twenty-five thousand would be somewhat troublesome.
Where had this opponent emerged from, and when had he discovered him?
So it really wasn't an illusion that time? Yang Chen