Ye Han had never imagined that the divine sense sweeping over him would feel so familiar. It actually belonged to that damned Baleful Yin Ancestor.
Could this place be an illusion formation? Was it making him hallucinate?
Ye Han immediately looked toward the source of the divine sense. The aura came from a hill more than a thousand zhang away...
He activated the Eye Spirit Art, sending a ray of spirit light shooting from his eyes as he peered in that direction...
Sure enough, Baleful Yin Ancestor stood on a cliff amid the towering mountains. He, too, was looking toward Ye Han.
Baleful Yin Ancestor stared at Ye Han in disbelief...
What was going on? How had he run into this damned brat here?
As Ye Han watched Baleful Yin Ancestor look his way, it all seemed unreal. Yet no other cultivators or demon beasts had appeared nearby, so it did not seem like an illusion either...
Just then, Baleful Yin Ancestor suddenly revealed a sinister smile. His figure moved abruptly, turning into a streak of gray light steeped in killing intent as he charged toward Ye Han.
Wonderful! He had found the brat!
He had watched Ye Han and that puppet enter this enormous High Tower, then followed them inside.
Although he had discovered this enormous High Tower long ago, he had never dared enter rashly, remaining outside it all this time.
He would wait for others to go in and test the waters before entering himself. He, Baleful Yin Ancestor, certainly had that much patience...
There was another reason: Ye Han had tricked him a second time. The Mountain Stone Beast had pursued him relentlessly and even injured him. Only here, by the High Tower, had he found some safety. He had stayed beside it to heal, intending