Yang Zhen really hadn't expected those two cowardly, treacherous demon practitioners to just explode without any negotiation.
Damn, if all demon practitioners were as terrifying as this, then the situation would become seriously dire. The Tri-Floral Sanctuary had only one Emperor Realm Expert, and even if there had been two, with those myriad demon practitioners exploding like fireworks, they could have blown up the whole sanctuary.
What made Yang Zhen want to curse was the timing of the Emperor Tomb; it chose to explode right at that moment, adding to the chaos.
Seeing the blood moon slowly forming in the sky gave Yang Zhen chills.
A spine-chilling aura rose, like a web encasing him without touch, yet it entered his body effortlessly and adhered to his internal organs.
Following that, an excruciating pain erupted. Yang Zhen's organs felt as though they were being sliced open with countless tiny knives, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
