Upon hearing the words of the Five Dao General, Li Yan tightly grasped the Ink Jade Hook Paper in his hand and resolutely continued deeper.
The bluestone path beneath his feet gradually faded, replaced by scorched earth soaked with blood, sticky and slippery underfoot.
Gray mist swirled around, faintly echoing with the clash of metal and the cries of agony.
With his left hand, he formed a North Emperor Technique to protect his Yin God and hastened his pace forward.
After all, even though the opponent was merely a clone, he was still a Mortal God ruling over the human roadways, his Divine Thought far more perceptive than his own.
The space within the Nine Gates Yin Ruins was indeed more complex than common sense could comprehend.
When Li Yan first stepped into this area, he could barely recognize the broken projection of Yongding Gate's city wall.
