Outside the mine tunnel, the overseers clustered together, craning their necks to peer inside, but none dared actually enter.
The commotion just now had been too terrifying.
First Fatty Wang had died, then the spiritual energy across the entire mining area had surged here as if crazed, followed by waves of heavenly might that made their legs go weak.
That was the unmistakable presence of heavenly tribulation!
Now it was silent inside, which only made their skin crawl even more.
"Should we... go in and look?"
"You go?"
"M-my cultivation is low..."
As they pushed the task onto one another, footsteps sounded from deep within the mine tunnel.
The overseers all backed away at once.
Then they saw two figures emerge from the darkness.
The one in front wore tattered Daoist robes, his hair sticking out like a bird's nest struck by lightning.
But those eyes... something was wrong.
He clearly wore no expression, yet they kept feeling an icy chill seeping out of him.
Even more frightening was the person behind him.
Black clothes, long hair, features as gentle as a scholar's.
But what radiated from him was unmistakably the heavenly might from just now!
One sharp-eyed overseer recognized the one with the wild hair.
"I-it's that mine slave!"
"He killed Fatty Wang?!"
"Who's the person behind him?"
Xie Changsheng frowned when he saw the overseers.
Three months, countless cycles of reincarnation.
He had killed everyone here before.
Seeing Xie Changsheng stop, Si Chen looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Xie Changsheng shook his head. "Brother Si, give me a moment."
"There's something I have to settle, or my thoughts won't flow freely."
With that, he walked toward the overseers.
Si Chen was a little puzzled, but followed him anyway.
The overseers instinctively backed away, raising the magic artifacts in