Duan Feng suddenly felt a chill run through his entire body. In an instant, it was as though some terrifying existence had fixed its gaze upon him.
That terrifying presence filled him with despair.
Sweat was about to drip from Duan Feng's brow. As a Heavenly Mandate Realm expert of the Spirit God Clan, even when facing a mid Heavenly Mandate Realm cultivator from an ordinary race whom he could not defeat, he should not have felt such terror.
Even against a late stage Heavenly Mandate Realm cultivator, it should not have been like this.
Yet this aura was clearly not of the Heavenly Extreme Realm.
Duan Feng said in a low voice, "Who is it? Since you're here, what kind of ability is hiding your head and showing your tail?"
The one who had come was none other than Yang Chen, drawn here by the fluctuations in this place.
When Yang Chen saw that Zhang Xuelian was safe and sound, he let out a long sigh of relief. Yet the faint smile playing at the corners of Zhang Xuelian's lips truly left him baffled.
After all, Zhang Xuelian had never smiled like this before.
Yang Chen frowned, his expression grave. Though he did not understand, this did not seem like the time to dwell on such matters.
Resolving the matter at hand was the key.
"Yang Chen!"
Upon seeing Yang Chen, Duan Feng's pupils contracted, his face revealing traces of horror and shock.
Yang Chen smiled faintly. "The Spirit God Clan? You truly have some nerve."
"Yang Chen, why are you here?" Duan Feng said viciously.
Yang Chen stood with his hands behind his back. "Why I appeared here seems to be something I need not explain to you in great detail. Still, judging by your expressions, you seem