Dragon King Temple

By the time the four reached the banks of the Black River, the sky had darkened again.

The earlier rain seemed not to have fallen enough; it had been holding back its strength, only to return with a vengeance.

Raindrops as large as beans slammed into the river, splashing up rings of ripples that were swiftly swallowed by more rain.

The moment the group drew near.

A cold, cloying demonic aura coiled in the direction of the upper reaches.

"..."

The gentleness on Li Qingyuan's face had long vanished, replaced by unprecedented gravity.

"This... this is..."

Shi Chongyue had also lost his usual irreverence. Staring ahead in shock, he said, "This demonic aura... how can it be so immense? The demon here is certainly no ordinary being!"

That was practically stating the obvious.

Never mind martial artists with their keen senses.

Even ordinary people standing here would feel an inexplicable dread in their hearts.

Jiang Yuechu sat calmly atop her horse, one hand holding the reins while the other rested casually on the hilt of the blade at her waist.

No one noticed that the hand holding the reins was trembling faintly.

She drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the yearning roiling within her.

Even when she had faced the corpse of that old White Ape, she had never felt so close to losing control!

It was not merely no ordinary being...

At the very least, it was a Core-Formation Great Demon!

Perhaps it was even stronger than the old White Ape...

Li Qingyuan pressed his heels to the flanks of his Scarlet-eyed Steed and urged the mount, already shaking uncontrollably, forward.

"Come on. Let's check the upper reaches."

Shi Chongyue froze. "We're really going?"

Without turning back, Li Qingyuan merely said, "We cannot leave such a demonic aura