Outside the room, they paused once more for a while, and when they perceived no movement emanating from inside, all four Xuan God early-stage cultivators furrowed their brows.
Between the furrowed brows was a deep confusion and bewilderment, and even the anger that had just appeared on their faces had thickened significantly.
They gazed towards the room ahead, their eyes filled with a fear so intense that it reached unimaginable levels.
As all four withdrew their gaze, they exchanged a glance, seeing in each other's eyes a mutual dread and a hint of horror.
The four were simultaneously silent, making no movement, continuing their vigil.
Time passed by bit by bit.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
As over twenty breaths slipped away, all four Xuan God cultivators furrowed their brows tightly.
The newly furrowed brows weighed heavily on their hearts, for never did they expect that the cultivator who first entered Leng Qiang's room had not emerged again.
