Without saying more, Lin Zifeng urged the two of them, his figure like the wind, leading the way deeper into the forest. Where the three of them stepped, dark red blood splashed up.
"Swish, swish..."
The sound of the Soul-devouring Demon Python's steel-like scales cutting through the grass was sharp. Without Mu Ruoyun's reminder, Lin Zifeng sensed it with his own perception and halted his steps. He said sternly to the two beside him, "Dongka, you and Dongfang Ziyue go ahead. An uninvited guest has come, and I must meet him."
As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient and wild laugh came from behind, filled with an overwhelming aura that made the three of them shudder and their expressions grow more solemn.
"Hahaha... You killed my clan and destroyed the Human Sacrifice Tower, and you still want to leave? Do you really think I, the Venerable, do not exist!?"
