"I just wanted to escape from Hanging Fate Manor, but I ended up encountering a three-way power struggle... What kind of formation is this!"
With a long sigh, An Jing felt his heartbeat quicken.
Before heading to the Otherworld, he had already witnessed the unsealing of the Heavenly Demon, and the intervention of two Masters of the Divine Repository... Undoubtedly, that power was far beyond his current capacity to deal with.
Neither he nor the Sword Spirit had imagined that a Heavenly Demon—especially one so powerful—would be lurking among the Red Armored Guards, seizing the opportunity to unseal its kin.
What was Da Chen doing? How did he let a Heavenly Demon infiltrate their ranks?!
"How many days can I stay in the Otherworld?"
Regaining composure slightly, An Jing asked, and the Sword Spirit, who had been deep in thought, quickly responded, "Three days."
"Three days..."
