"Fortunately, we have Fellow Daoist Chen to lead us," said the white-haired elder with a sigh as he gazed upon the fallen saint king. "Otherwise, I'm afraid we wouldn't have made it this far."
Standing atop a divine peak, his eyes blazed as if piercing through all. This was an extreme cultivation of eye technique, allowing him to clearly see the dense formation patterns beneath his feet. The lines were profoundly arcane without a hint of clues. Had he come alone, he truly would not have known how to proceed.
Embedded within each delicate tracery seethed astonishing killing intent, only temporarily dormant. If triggered, a purgatory would surely ignite with him at the epicenter, engulfing tens of thousands of miles.
