Inside the Formation Core Chamber.
The Storyteller walked cautiously toward the statue of the Three-Headed Netherworld Beast, slowly raising the Dragon Pillar.
He was still vividly telling his story, influencing the entire Death Prison. Taking the greatest care not to disrupt his immersion in his character, he cautiously separated a thread of divine sense, preparing to activate the Dragon Pillar.
But to Li Xiaopang, all this was terrifying. Seeing the Storyteller's cautious posture and the Dragon Pillar held in what looked like a defensive stance, he instinctively believed he had been exposed. The other man must have noticed something amiss in the Formation Core Chamber and come to investigate.
He had nowhere left to hide. He knew even more clearly that he absolutely could not let this man trap him here, much less see his face. Otherwise, not only would he be finished, but the Li Family would also be implicated.
Pale-faced, he prepared to strike first and said, "Don't move! Stop!"
In the silent Formation Core Chamber, Li Xiaopang's sudden words rang louder in the Storyteller's ears than thunder from the Nine Heavens.
"Who?!"
That explosive sound instantly broke the Storyteller's concentration. The faint glow between his brows surged like a tempest.
He was truly scared shitless. With that sudden distraction, the story he was telling also began to feel as though it were violently collapsing.
Whoosh!
He abruptly gathered his focus and sensed toward the source of the voice behind the Three-Headed Netherworld Beast. But the Grand Formation's influence left the surrounding auras in chaos. He could only vaguely sense someone crouching behind the statue, a Third-Rank Realm wild dog at that. He could not discern the person's face or build, only vaguely glimpse a chubby silhouette.
Good heavens!
Why was someone crouching here?!
His mind reeled. His