As soon as these words were spoken, the dense fog began to surge rapidly as if responding to a call, like a storm brewing within.
In the blink of an eye, within the visible range, terrifying and ancient figures moved constantly in the mist.
At the moment the fog surged, it unexpectedly split into two rows, revealing a passageway wide enough for one person to pass through.
The end of the passage was enveloped in even thicker mist, but this passage could be considered an entrance.
The Tiger Demon knew that his words had persuaded those within the dense fog to meet him.
Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and walked toward the opening.
As soon as he stepped inside, he felt as though countless pairs of eyes were watching him from head to toe.
The Tiger Demon shivered.
Despite possessing Unity Realm strength, he still felt a deep-seated chill, as if he might be killed at any moment.
