In an instant, Ling Chen felt a piercing pain in his soul. Just one glance nearly caused his will to collapse.
Quickly withdrawing his hand and retreating more than ten steps, Ling Chen stared in horror at the Crimson Sword before him, his face etched with disbelief.
Who is that?
Waves of shock surged in Ling Chen's heart. A single glance from that person had forced him into such a pitiful state, nearly shattering his will. Just how strong could they be?
He knew without thinking that this individual must have been an Unparalleled Evil Demon, whose cultivation had likely reached the Saint-level.
Could the Array Formation here be meant to suppress that demon underground?
Ling Chen's expression turned somewhat grave. His gaze fell upon the Skeleton. Even though it had lain there for a very long time, Ling Chen could still sense a faint Sword Intent emanating from it.
This person was likely a Sword Saint.
