Zhou Qing forced a calm demeanor, while Lu Yaoyao's expression subtly changed.
Seeing the two remain silent, Yan Sen slowly paced around them.
"Don't laugh at me; both Han Yi and I are Four-color Array Masters. She has gathered ten thousand Spirit Seals, and I have two thousand more than her."
Saying this, he suddenly stopped walking, his gaze sharp like a knife.
"This time, I brought my Uncle Eight along. He's nearly a Fifth-level Array Master, yet he has no clue how to break the Array."
"So I'm really curious, how did she get inside to find the Transforming Divine Medicine and save my nephew-in-law? Or rather, what was your purpose at that time?"
Yan Sen suddenly drew near, bringing a cold, bloody smell, and an invisible oppression descended upon him.
The air immediately thickened as if solidified; Zhou Qing's eardrums hummed, making it difficult to breathe.
Facing a Spirit Severing Realm, no matter how many means he had, they were futile.
