"There's a magnetic field here, and I've lost contact with Tian Heng," Lou Hai said, voicing his suspicions, "Something's not right."
On their evasive journey, the people they had brought with them had been continuously falling at the hands of the Skeleton Man.
This was not a good sign.
"The Demon King should know we're here..." Lou Hai could only pray.
The group suddenly came to a halt.
Through the corridor, they saw that the iron door was engulfed by a flood of blood.
A sense of trepidation surged suddenly.
"Retreat?"
However, the Skeleton Man was closing in, and the surging Blood Sea seemed to completely ignore the attacks of the Silver Art.
Nobody present could stop him.
"Thud!"
The iron door shrouded in blood suddenly trembled.
The approaching Skeleton Man stopped in response.
The eyes of the three practitioners of the Silver Art all focused on what was behind the door.
"Is there someone inside?" Little Red Luo hesitated.
