Inside the illuminated room.
Not only Ling Xiaoxuan, but everyone in the room clearly saw a pair of bloody red eyes peering in from the temple gate.
The blood-red eyeballs emitted an eerie and gloomy presence, their hatred drove everyone into fright.
Obviously, those were not human eyes.
Ling Xiaoxuan didn't have the endurance of Qin Ruan or the sober Heavenly Masters surrounding her.
Tears welled up in her frightened eyes, her mouth couldn't stop trembling beneath Qin Ruan's hand, and her body shook uncontrollably.
The blood-red eyes outside the temple gate radiated malicious intent, scrutinizing every awakened person in the room.
Finally, the gaze settled on Du Changheng, who was leaning against the room corner's wall, lightly dozing off.
Screech…
Something brushed against the door, creating an old and piercing sound that was especially clear in the dark night.
A piece of dead wood stretched in from outside the door.