"Heh... Hahahaha!"
Feng Chang's laughter shifted from low and suppressed to completely uninhibited, turning into wild, reckless laughter.
Following that, he took strides forward and walked toward the rear hall.
Behind him, that white-robed puppet collapsed to the ground, becoming a headless corpse as Feng Chang plucked off its head and tossed it aside.
Of course, Feng Chang was not entirely unscathed; the black robe on his body was long since in tatters, with a few tattered strips of cloth hanging from his upper body. His exposed skin was bruised black and blue, and a large patch of flesh below his chest was bloody and mangled.
Feng Chang gently wiped away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, the laughter in his eyes refusing to subside no matter what.
The moment he stepped into the rear hall, the qi and blood within Feng Chang's body began to involuntarily dissipate and overflow.
The instant Feng Chang stepped into this place, his flesh and blood were eroded by this cold qi, his qi and blood circulation slowed, and his spirit and soul developed a feeling of dullness, lethargy, and numbness.
Fortunately, he was long past being an ordinary practitioner of Three Blood Exchanges; after slightly stirring his qi and blood, he recovered quite a bit.
It was as if something within the main hall was enticing and agitating his qi and blood.
This is the feeling... Feng Chang muttered to himself.
His gaze swept rapidly across the interior of the rear hall. This was a sealed main hall that cut off all natural light, and the walls were carved with Demon-Sealing Yin-Blocking Patterns to block the influx of external Yang qi.
The interior of the main hall was biting cold, the stones on the walls felt chillingly sharp to the touch,