The tall figure slowly emerged from the profound darkness beyond the door.
A hideous Bronze Demon Mask covered his face.
He simply stood there, doing nothing.
A terrifying pressure several times stronger than Li Chen's swept out from behind the door like a solidified tide, instantly engulfing the entire hall.
Late True Astral!
But that was not all.
Right behind the man in the Bronze Demon Mask, another gaunt figure emerged from the concealed doorway.
This figure also wore a Bronze Demon Mask, and the aura circulating around him was every bit as powerful as the first man's.
Another Late True Astral expert!
The combined pressure of two experts at the same level bore down heavily on the ordinary Pacification Guards at the first inner qi level.
Even Deputy Commander Ning Xiong's Twelve-Link Spear Formation faltered slightly. Several men within the formation turned pale, clearly under tremendous strain.
Yet Yi Yang, who was in the mid true astral realm, held Mysterious Abyss firmly. Though he could vaguely feel some pressure, it did not affect him.
Only the inner layer beneath his combat clothes had long since been soaked in cold sweat.
Yi Yang had miscalculated.
He had never imagined that the Late True Astral expert he had discovered three days earlier was far from the only one hiding beneath Benevolent Temple.
This place was nothing short of a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.
At the appearance of these two figures, Yan Wuyuan's languid posture, half leaning against a stone pillar, vanished completely.
She straightened, and for the first time, a grave look appeared in her pale amber eyes, which usually held a hint of amusement.
Her gaze passed over the masked man in front, codenamed "Blood Trace," and locked onto the gaunt old man behind him.
She studied his