220 Curse of a Hundred Graves

Without any more hesitation, lightning flashed under Zhao Feng’s feet as he sped off into the air. Being in midair, he seemed to sense a cold aura radiate from the tombs below which seemed to start spreading from his feet.

Suddenly, a bone chilling, dangerous feeling appeared, trying to find its way through to Zhao Feng’s soul. That feeling was similar to the feeling that he had felt when he first stepped into the ground of bones, only ten times stronger.

Peng Peng Peng Peng…

Inside the depths of Zhao Feng’s left eye, the azure abyss spun and it released a wisp of ancient aura. Only then did the dangerous feeling fade.

Zhao Feng’s heart went cold. That danger felt even more intense than the mysterious skeleton in the Sky Cloud Forest. He suddenly seemed to realise that this area was probably prohibited.

Several short breaths seemed like a century.

Zhao Feng finally flew past the tombs and instinct told him that this danger came from the hundred or so tombs below.

Miao miao!