"Who? Who is it?"
Hearing only the voice and seeing no one made every hair on Ying Changkong's body stand on end.
This was too bizarre!
He was a dignified Two-Star Dou Emperor, yet someone had managed to get right beside him without him noticing?
Ying Changkong was certain that even a low-stage Dou Zong could not accomplish such a thing!
"Could it be a Dou Zong above the Mid-Stage?"
The moment that thought surfaced in Ying Changkong's mind, a cold bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
But Ying Changkong asked himself—he had never offended a powerhouse of that level!
Although he was arrogant, that did not mean he was stupid!
Even forces backed by a Dou Emperor were not people he would offend unless absolutely necessary, much less a force with a Mid-Stage Dou Zong or stronger.
Yet, faced with Ying Changkong, who looked as though he were facing a great enemy despite his outward bravado, the person who had spoken seemed to be deliberately teasing him. They did not speak again, nor did they reveal themselves.
That invisible pressure made Ying Changkong's breathing turn rapid.
"You idiots, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and search everywhere—"
Just as Ying Changkong briefly regained his senses and intended to send his subordinates to search for the mysterious figure, he suddenly discovered something even more terrifying.
The several subordinates who had been in his tent had, at some unknown point, begun bleeding from all seven orifices. They were already dead without a sound.
Not long ago, they had still been reporting the gains and losses from this Secret Realm expedition to him!
In such a terrifying atmosphere, Ying Changkong felt as though he were about to go mad.
Every second felt like a year for Ying Changkong.
"Who?