“What the hell is this thing?!” In an instant, Mao Ba’er started to jump, and all his fur stood on edge. He looked around in fright.

Zhao Wuye took Zhao Ziqi behind him and defended. He was wet with cold sweat. Releasing all of his spiritual sense, he felt everything in the environment.

Nothing… There was nothing! There wasn’t the slightest hint of a spiritual-force fluctuation. It seemed as if this scene had never occurred!

Fahui seemed to lose his soul and sat down with a thump. It would’ve been better had he not sensed anything… In that instant moments ago, he felt a qi akin to a devil-god’s! Perhaps… this demon truly hadn’t met anyone in too long, or perhaps… it was because this entity deliberately revealed this qi. Nonetheless, that shred was enough to kill him a billion times over!

After ages, his complexion grew ashy-white as he shivered while joining his hands together. He murmured, “Buddha above…” 

Silence… After ten seconds, the flames in the lotuses suddenly rocketed several meters high into the air! Each lotus flower resembled an ancient lamp! Here and now, this area was like the inside of the desolate imperial palace, not a soul in sight. All that remained was a room full of azure lanterns accompanied...