A faint, strangely familiar aura mingled with the pressure of the Demonic Qi. Yet no matter how hard Qin Hao tried, he could not sense it clearly.
Qin Hao frowned slightly.
After a moment's thought, Qin Hao stepped forward again.
Buzz!
With that single step, Qin Hao felt the pressure of the Demonic Qi crash down upon his Divine Body, a hundred times denser and more powerful than before.
Despite his formidable strength, his face paled. The wounds across his Divine Body widened, as though it might burst apart at any moment.
"Retreat!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Hao withdrew.
The deeper he went, the denser the pressure of the Demonic Qi became!
Qin Hao had wanted to venture farther in and trace the source of that inexplicably familiar aura. But after only one step, he could no longer withstand the pressure.
He retreated a full hundred steps in one breath. Only when the wounds on his Divine Body stopped worsening did he halt, shaken and bewildered.
What exactly is that familiar aura?
Qin Hao frowned in thought and looked around. Unfortunately, he could not see the whole space—or even the spot where he had stood a hundred steps away.
There's no telling how large this space is.
And no telling what lies deeper within.
Qin Hao suspected that the Sixth Layer might contain a True God-level treasure, or even a True God. But a suspicion was only a suspicion; he had no proof.
The only thing I can be sure of is that the deeper I go, the denser the pressure of the Demonic Qi becomes.
And that familiar aura grows stronger the deeper I go, too.
After a moment's thought, Qin Hao decided not to explore the Sixth Layer any further. He gave the gray, hazy distance one