After putting away all the Silver Scale Gu Spiritual Molts, Zhou Feng turned and headed for the treasury exit.
But after taking only two steps, his eyelids began to twitch without stop.
An intense unease rose in his heart for no reason.
This warning had come without any sign, yet it felt exceptionally real.
The chaotic slaughter around him continued, and everything appeared no different from before.
Yet Zhou Feng simply felt that something was wrong.
He stopped and calmly reviewed the entire battle.
A large number of cultivators had stormed into the treasury, wantonly plundering resources, destroying restrictions along the way as killing never ceased.
Inside the treasury, only the lowest-ranking guards were passively resisting, and casualties continued to mount.
From beginning to end, not a single high-ranking Qian Household cultivator had entered the treasury to clear the field.
Everyone had remained outside the treasury gates, guarding only the perimeter without entering within.
This was far too abnormal.
A great household's treasury was the foundation and lifeline of its power.
Under normal circumstances, once a treasury was breached, the clan's experts would certainly enter at once to suppress the invaders.
Yet the Qian Household had remained still all along.
It was as if they had deliberately allowed everyone inside.
At this thought, Zhou Feng came to a complete halt, his mind growing ever more taut.
Using the invisibility effect of the Corpse Remnant Gu, he raised his head and looked beyond the treasury gates.
Through the gap in the shattered formation, he clearly saw the hidden changes outside.
Ring after ring of pale golden formation patterns slowly lit up against the ground.
The patterns circulated soundlessly, their glow extremely faint, blending into the night and the spiritual energy of the battlefield, making them exceedingly difficult to distinguish.
Every cultivator