"Tomb raiding is unjust, taking without asking, a violation of propriety! You shall be executed!"
A chilling voice that seemed to emanate from decayed vocal cords suddenly rang out behind Wang Yuan.
An invisible Nightmare Suppressing Power descended abruptly.
Roar—!
After partially transforming into a tiger, the senses of Wang Yuan, who had become extremely sharp, had already formed the "Ghost King Altar Sealing Seal," his body covered with tiger stripes.
In an instant, he broke free from the Nightmare Suppressing Power that sought to keep him rooted to the spot, obediently awaiting execution.
Immediately, countless hissing noises of serpents suddenly intensified behind him.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Fierce streams of flame suddenly swelled, sweeping out along the passageway.
The yin wind exploded, and Wang Yuan, who had been picked up and carried off by Mr. One-Eyed, had already arrived like lightning fifty steps away.
