Within a steep mountainside, a surge of killing intent whooshed out of the rock and soil. The Baleful Yin Ancestor appeared against the cliff face, his figure taking shape from a streak of gray-black killing intent...
The Baleful Yin Ancestor hovered in midair, his expression utterly grim.
Unable to contain his anger, he cursed, "Damn it! Did that damned brat really get away?"
Indeed, after searching for nearly a month, the Baleful Yin Ancestor had practically dug through the ground of the entire Third Layer to a depth of dozens of yards and scoured the skies as well...
Yet he could find no trace of Ye Han. He was beginning to seriously doubt his own judgment. Perhaps that fellow really had some means of leaving this place.
Actually, he could have accepted that fellow leaving, but after searching for so long, he still had not found a way out of this layer, or even a hint.
Was I going to be trapped here?
This was utterly disastrous!
In a thousand years of cultivation, he had never encountered anything so frustrating. Worse, he could find no clues at all. It made his thousand-odd years of cultivation feel like a lifetime lived in vain...
Now the entire ground was covered with the killing intent he had laid down, but as time passed, it was growing fainter and fainter. In a few more days, it would begin dissipating, patch by patch. Would he keep laying down more killing intent then?
Even he was unsure. This was no ordinary drain on his spell power and killing intent...
Most importantly, he had searched like this without finding anyone. What was the point of laying down more killing intent?
Damn it! How was I supposed to pass this trial?
As these thoughts ran through his mind,