Picking Opponents

The formation spirit disappeared again once it finished talking.

Everyone looked at each other as they walked towards the house with a pitch-black door. Nothing inside could be seen.

"Let's go." Ling Han and the others also walked over. The house seemed like a bottomless pit, no matter how many people went in, it never got crowded.

Xiu, the instant Ling Han entered, he discovered that he appeared in a sealed circular stone room. The place was large, hundred feet in diameter and hundred feet in height.

Recalling what the formation spirit said, Ling Han hurriedly probed and discovered that he certainly lost connection with the Black Tower.

His divine sense was extracted out.

Hiss!

He was extremely shocked; people that lost their divine sense were equivalent to an empty shell, and if his divine sense was forever trapped in here, then his body would starve to death!