"There seems to be some mystery within these steles!"
Xiao Juanyun raised his hand to touch a stele, then turned his head towards Ling Feng.
"Perhaps."
Ling Feng squinted his eyes; the sword marks on these steles appeared indeed unusual.
At this moment, Luo Hanzhou stood before a stele, staring at it, standing motionless as if he had lost his senses.
Yet, his body emitted a unique aura.
"Could it be…"
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, also injecting his Divine Thought into it.
The next moment, Ling Feng's consciousness seemed to be drawn into a realm of chaos.
Dimly, within the chaotic mist, he saw a shadow.
Like the guardian on the outermost layer, this shadow gave Ling Feng a sense of power!
And terror!
Ling Feng instantly understood that perhaps he must defeat the shadow before him to break through the stele and leave this place.
Otherwise, his consciousness might be eternally trapped here.
…
After a fierce battle.
