Unfortunately, Yan Zhen vanished from his sight in the blink of an eye.
It was as if he had instantly arrived high above the Immortal King's Tomb.
The two of them plunged headfirst into the vine-like tentacles that everyone else was desperately trying to avoid.
From thirty li away, Chu Lingguang could only extend his Spiritual Sense to observe. Standing in mid-air, he watched from a distance as countless green tentacles writhed within the Immortal King's Tomb. Suddenly, a golden light appeared like a cluster of stars, enveloping the green tentacles and finally forming a golden Qi Vortex.
From a distance, it looked like just a Qi Vortex.
But for those witnessing it up close, it was a golden storm. The storm engulfed all the vines in the Stone Forest, attempting to rip them out of the Immortal King's Tomb by the roots.
