A Hidden Talent Below and A Bright Genius Above

The Qi of Death and spectral flame floated and roared in the ghastly sea of corpses.

Zhang Ruochen's body felt as if he had fallen into an ice abyss. It was so cold that his bones were about to freeze.

His eyes were intertwined with the Precepts of Truth. He scanned the saint corpses in all shapes and sizes. He wanted to pierce through the corpses, even time and space, to find the source of danger.

However, the killing intent disappeared in a flash.

It disappeared without a trace.

Luo Sha, who was emitting a charming fragrance, approached Zhang Ruochen and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"He's gone! Hurry up and collect the saint corpses. We have to leave immediately," said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's expression was still as solemn as ever.