If the circular ball of light, the so-called power of the forbidden spell, was only cold and powerful, but not dangerous, then the aura emitted by the pure black Gate in the center was the purest evil.
Lu Qing was a little afraid, and even his footsteps were a little hesitant.
He was in his higher consciousness form, but it was not as if nothing could hurt him.
In the reflection of the Penglai divine Palace, the God's blood was projected into the inverted immortal Palace's reflection and formed that ball of golden flame, which was the thing that could hurt him. In the icy Plains of the extreme north, the severed limb left behind by the evil demon Lord was also something that could hurt him.
Right now, Lu Qing had a strong feeling that the thing behind the black door might have the same ability.
