The battle ended, and peace returned to the underground palace. Ancient trees grew lush among rows of buildings, and auspicious light shone brilliantly, carrying the aura of the Immortal Dao.
By now, apart from Feng Xinglie, who had escaped, all his followers had been blasted apart, meeting violent deaths.
"After him! He probably hasn't escaped the Underground World!" Lin Fan's eyes flickered. Blood stained his body, but all of it belonged to his enemies.
He had no intention of sparing Feng Xinglie, the young master of the immortal Feng Clan, lest he leave trouble brewing for the future.
As far as he knew, the Immortal Families drawn here by the Immortal Mansion had brought more than Heavenly Gods. Some of their experts had reached the Cultivator Leader level.
If Feng Xinglie brought such an expert back for revenge, Lin Fan would not be afraid, but it would still be a nuisance.
The two then followed Feng Xinglie's trail, traveling swiftly until they entered a strange region.
Mist swirled everywhere, obscuring all sense of direction. Even their Divine Thought could not reach far, suppressed by some restriction.
"Something's wrong. There's something strange about this place." Lin Fan suddenly stopped and frowned. "How long have we been flying?"
"About six hours," Heavenly God Qingyang replied.
"At our speed, even if we hadn't caught him, we should have reached the End of the Immortal Mansion by now. Yet there's still no end in sight..." Lin Fan was puzzled.
"The mist is thick, and our Divine Sense is restricted. Someone may have laid a Grand Formation here that compresses space," Heavenly God Qingyang said.
The two slowed down and grew more cautious, retracing their route in an attempt to go around this place.
In an environment like this, it would be all too easy