“Just what is that Ichor Bog…” Xing Chen frowned when he heard Ge Yanxia’s final vengeful squeal. In his eyes, the fur seal was deader than dead, returned to whatever odious substance she was comprised of.

Yet somehow, she was still alive.

Tribulation clouds slowly dispersed in the sky, but the stifling and ominous atmosphere lingered on.

“Four hours to retrieve the Immortal Subjugation Seal… That's almost impossible!” Lu Yun had already rushed deep into the immortal emperor’s tomb, but its complexity ran far beyond his expectations. Layers upon layers of formations and layouts overlapped and intersected with each other; it would take quite some time and effort for him to decipher them all.

Outside the tomb, Xing Chen began...