After a powerful sensation of weightlessness, Yao Feng touched the ground again. The instant he landed, a dangerous aura struck from behind him.
Having experienced a Space Wormhole before, Yao Feng handled this small-scale teleportation with ease. The moment his body touched the ground, he rolled forward with the momentum, then quickly turned his head to watch the source of the aura warily.
A black figure stood there, clad in battered black armor, with a broken spear standing beside it. Beneath the armor was not flesh and blood, but decayed white bones. Purple-gray flames burned fiercely within its hollow eye sockets.
"This must be the Nether Soldier the Imperial Tutor mentioned. I ran into one the moment I got here—my luck really is something else. Its aura is only at the one-star Dou Zhe level, so it's not much of a threat!"
Yao Feng looked curiously at the sluggish Nether Soldier. He could not help wondering how soldiers who had been dead for so many years could exist in such a form, and what those two clusters of purple-gray flames were.
Ding! Detected that the host is in an ancient battlefield. Would you like to sign in?
"Whoa, it's actually this prompt this time? Sign in!"
Hearing the mechanical voice in his mind, Yao Feng cried out excitedly in his heart.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully signing in. You have obtained the innate Pupil Technique, Netherworld Demonic Eyes. This Pupil Technique has no rank classification. As Soul Power increases, so will its might.
"A Pupil Technique? Those are incredibly rare in the Dou Po world! Other than Qing Lin's Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils, Yao Feng couldn't remember many people who possessed a Pupil Technique."
Hearing the sign-in reward given by the system, Yao Feng cried