Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Just as the group of weird and bizarre monsters in the pit were about to surround Wang Yuan,
the old man who had suddenly appeared waved his hand toward this side.
The chilly wind beneath the White Tiger erupted again, and in an instant, there was nothing left in its place.
He had re-entered the Yin Road.
The Construction Director was naturally not willing to let the duck that was already in his hand fly away, but he soon discovered that his "Deceit Wall" had completely lost its effect.
The old man was as familiar with the Yin Road as if it were his own home.
It simply couldn't be blocked.
So, it stamped its foot forcefully on the mud-soaked ground and entered the earth, disappearing just as quickly.
After blinking an eye.
When a completely confused Wang Yuan landed on all fours again, he found that he had already gone far from the Construction Director's burial site.
In front of him stood a tall, perilous cliff shrouded in pitch-black stormy weather.