"Yuhan, w-what’s this…?" Xia Youtian was befuddled by every single thing that was happening before him.
"This is the Ancient Demon’s head. Even after being stowed away for 10,000 years, there is no sign of it rotting at all." He Yuhan showed no signs of shock. She was calm as though she’d seen all of these before.
Standing behind her, those disciples who had long gotten their fill of the treasures were completely rooted.
Even though half of the head were still buried in the ground, just the half that was revealed was more than chilling enough. The purple eye of the demon’s head that was above the ground was even more sinister-looking.
"Yuhan, let’s go, eh? I don’t feel really comfortable about this." Xia Youtian lowered his head gently, not daring to make direct eye contact with the purple eye. Just a single look was enough to send shivers down his spine.
