"Do you want to go over and take a look?"
The old Daoist looked at him like he was crazy. No, even a madman knows fear of being beaten.
This kid is crazier than a madman.
He knows that area is certainly dangerous, yet he's rushing in?
"Do you know what you're doing?"
The old Daoist got off Han Yu, not daring to let him carry him any further, lest he really be taken to his death.
Dying in such a place or at the hands of a Divine Platform Realm cultivator as a fallen Divine Dao Realm expert would be utterly humiliating.
Worse than death.
Han Yu naturally knew what he was doing; Yama Hall was closing in with every step, linking every move together, leading everyone by the nose.
Whether it's Celestial Dao Sect or Central Continent, it seems like they're all advancing according to Yama Hall's rhythm.
Even the Artifact Spirit advised him against it, knowing it was dangerous but still rushing to court death.
"This time, it's not seeking death."
