Threshold

Chu Zhiyuan led the way, with Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun close behind him.

The farther Chu Zhiyuan went, the slower he moved, and the fainter his aura became.

By the time they were a hundred meters from the mountain peak, his aura had completely vanished.

The two of them could not even sense him though he was right beside them.

This chilled their hearts.

They immediately realized that if this Imperial Son-in-Law truly set his mind on fleeing, he could indeed escape with ease.

Now, they truly believed that Chu Zhiyuan genuinely wanted to enter Tongling Pavilion.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly waved a hand.

The two stopped dead in their tracks.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned in contemplation.

The two had already spotted the Demon Race experts concealed in the woods ahead.

More than a dozen men in gray robes were hiding among the trees—some sprawled across branches, some pressed against tree roots, some lying amid heaps of dead grass.

They lay every which way, seemingly in disarray.

Yet their auras were all still and deeply concealed, revealing nothing outwardly.

No wonder they had failed to sense them from so far away.

Their gray robes blended into the forest, making them difficult to spot even with the naked eye.

Under such circumstances, it truly was hard to detect their presence.

The two exchanged glances, their expressions grave.

Since when had Demon Race experts become so adept at concealing their auras?

They were nearly on par with the Devil Race.

The Demon Race was already mighty, overbearing, and fearless of death. If they also possessed the Devil Race's talent for concealment, they would become even more terrifying.

And now that the Candle Nether Mirror had malfunctioned, it was truly snow upon frost.

The Phoenix Bloodline had only just awakened. Was that not Heaven