Wanqi Kai adjusted his breath for a moment, then reached out to pull open his collar.
On his chest was the imprint of a palm, the edges faintly black, and there were signs that it was spreading outward.
That was the extreme yin power of the Netherworld Sect, with astonishing destructive force. He had already been wounded by a sword from Chen Mo, and now, suffering another palm strike, his body was on the verge of collapse.
"All my accompanying clansmen have been wiped out. In my current state, it's no longer suitable to stay here."
"I thought I could find an opportunity in this Secret Realm and discover a path of transcendence, but who would've thought I'd fall at the hands of a young punk!"
Wanqi Kai's eyes were filled with an icy coldness, radiating a bone-deep killing intent.
The Secret Realm had only been open for two days, and returning in such defeat was somewhat humiliating.
