As the strange beasts departed, the atmosphere among the crowd began to turn eerie.
A moment later, the Poison King said nothing. His body transformed into a jet-black phantom as he silently shot toward the stone door.
"Bold!"
Lan Yi shouted coldly.
He then became a streak of azure light and fiercely gave chase.
"Hahahaha... Gentlemen, we shall meet in the underground palace." Feng Chang smiled, a trace of exhilaration in his laughter, as though years of planning were finally about to bear fruit.
The three remaining clan heads exchanged glances. Liu Zhiming frowned. "You two, be careful."
"Understood. We advance and retreat together," He Changkong said with a nod.
Tao Jingbai said nothing and stepped forward after them.
As his words fell, the three figures vanished through the stone door.
With everyone gone, the sinkhole returned to its former calm.
After a short while, a figure abruptly appeared within the sinkhole.
His eyes carried the weight of countless years, while his appearance was utterly ordinary—the sort of man who would be impossible to pick out once tossed into a crowd.
He held a long blade, crimson blood-energy endlessly winding around his fingertips. Gazing at the ruined stone door, he pondered for a moment before walking into it step by step.
The six people inside would never know that an uninvited guest had followed in behind them.
Beyond the stone door lay a long passageway. The Poison King raced ahead, scattering quite a few colorless, odorless poisons as he went.
Lan Yi followed closely behind. Though he had not noticed the Poison King's little movements, he was suspicious by nature and had long condensed his blood-energy into a thin membrane, sealing himself off from the outside.
Feng Chang did the same. Though he had formed an alliance with the