Such suppression, those two Primordial Qi Seed Realm Qi Warriors of the Fifth Realm earlier, would likely find it difficult even to detach their Primordial Consciousness.
From a hundred meters away, he sensed great danger lurking in the Cold Abyss. Falling in would mean certain doom.
Chu Ming arrived at the head of Yanhan Bridge, investigating meticulously, he could identify the lingering aura of three members from the Yan Clan.
"This bridge..."
His eyes flickered, not rushing to step onto the bridge.
The Cold Abyss exuded a penetratingly dangerous aura, and yet there was a bridge over it.
This bridge seemed like bait, tempting people to walk into the trap of the Cold Abyss.
Rumble...
Occasionally, inside the Cold Abyss, heavy rumblings could be heard, like the sound of some giant entity grinding.
Chu Ming searched around, but besides the bridge, found nothing else.
His Heart Thought moved slightly, a small black Primordial Artifact sword flew out.
