They rushed through the Bronze Gate.
Panting for breath, the bedraggled group trembled with lingering fear. Countless dangers seemed to lurk in the dark passage.
Lin Feng had no choice but to ignite sacrificial fire, driving back the darkness and protecting everyone.
They had entered a truly dangerous place once again: Dora Mahā Temple, forsaken by the Buddha.
He did not use the sacrificial fire to scorch the venomous creatures around them. He had not forgotten his earlier lesson. Not long ago, burning the Flower-Skinned Python created through gu sorcery had alerted the Dharma Protector here, resulting in every one of those hunting dogs dying in this place.
Even now, he had no idea what this Dharma Protector was.
It had appeared without warning and departed without a sound.
Gamalang only knew that it was the Dharma Protector guarding this place. As for what kind it was or what form it took, he could not say. Everything he knew about this place came from scraps of knowledge passed down by his ancestors.
He knew only one thing.
Once that Dharma Protector had eaten its fill, it would fall asleep. As long as no one provoked it again, it would neither wake nor hurt anyone.
It was the most harmless Dharma Protector here.
Lin Feng's [Unyielding] had barely sensed its form. It resembled a patch of shadow. As for where its feeding apparatus was, Lin Feng thought a shadow might not have anything like mouthparts.
The chaotic fight still seemed to play before his eyes. After Lin Feng disturbed the things parasitizing those people, the centipedes had lunged at the other Indigenous People's faces. In the panic, some had extinguished their torches.
Darkness descended. Those Indigenous People who no longer stood in the light vanished helplessly into the shadows, one after