Xia Feng was on high alert, gripping the Heaven-Burying Sword tightly in his hand as he quickly turned to prepare for the imminent enemy.
However, after a long wait, he saw nothing in the dim hall, yet the breathing sound was getting closer and closer to Xia Feng.
Xia Feng could even feel something warm and moist breathing right behind him.
He whipped around, slicing the void with his Heaven-Burying Sword without a word.
But the attack seemed to hit nothing and received no response, the blade clanging melodiously against the last portal.
Xia Feng felt the warm breath seem to move a little farther away, yet the breathing sound became even clearer.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Xia Feng felt as if there was a faint sense of joy hidden in the breath.
Standing still, Xia Feng dared not move. This intangible, invisible presence could only be sensed vaguely, and Xia Feng was unsure how to deal with it.
