Sealing Heaven and Trapping Earth, darkness boundless, an oppressive and heavy atmosphere breeds in this realm, the figure ahead is like mist and illusion, making it impossible to discern his visage.
Dong— Dong— Dong.
Zhang Heng's expression gradually grew solemn because his heart was beating violently, as if it were about to leap out from his chest. His breathing became heavy, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down from his forehead.
It wasn't just Zhang Heng; the Three Great Ghost Emperors were even more distressed. Their minds and bodies trembled, as if the blurred figure ahead embodied an unknown great horror, like a ravenous maw ready to devour them at any moment.
"Which divine being may you be, Daoist, for what reason do you block my path?"
Zhang Heng subconsciously wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, further protecting the Small Cauldron in front of him, only because the figure ahead made him extremely uneasy, a feeling he had never experienced before.
