"Since there's no problem, let's continue and try to find the way out as soon as possible," said Ba Kui, the elder, waving his hand.
The group set out again, and after three more days of walking,
they encountered yet another dilapidated temple. As soon as they stepped inside and walked a few steps,
Woo woo woo!
suddenly the sound of a skirmish came from deep within the temple.
They looked up and saw three Immortal Armored Army soldiers charging towards them. Used to such phantom echoes of the past, they glanced and then averted their eyes.
But... the next instant.
Yang Ji's expression changed, and he hastily warned, "Be careful, this isn't a phantom echo, these are real Death Spirits!"
Bang!
Caught between surprise and doubt, they had no time to react before three dull thuds erupted, and three figures were thrown back amid a rain of blood.
In the air.
The three flying figures looked at each other in disbelief, with the same four words rising in their eyes—This is real!
