But destiny has its own course; unavoidable and inescapable, it's better to provoke the tribulation actively rather than letting the Tribulation Qi intensify.
In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.
Boom—
The air was pierced by several shrill shrieks, sound waves exploding in layers as several cultivators, controlling their Magic Artifacts, arrived and stopped right above the heads of Chu Zheng and another.
"Mr. He!"
Upon discerning the situation below, the group hesitated to act rashly, instinctively increasing the distance between themselves and Chu Zheng.
Chu Zheng's Divine Sense swept over them, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes—the strongest among them was merely at the early stage of Fourth Order, too weak.
His gaze settled on one of them, enshrouded in Blood Fiend, and according to the information from the Spiritual Eye, this person also originated from the Three Prisons Sect. The others had varied origins, likely having some connections with He De.
