In the dark space, a rusted iron chain spanned across, with sinister black water below, seething with evil qi.
Zheng Qun Mountain adjusted his disheveled robes, his gaze falling on the withered corpse of a pseudo-god, his chest heaving, breath ragged.
"If not for the Secret Technique bestowed by my teacher, I fear I would have died on the spot. This place is truly perilous."
After the white mist cleared, he found himself standing alone on the iron chain.
There was no way back, only this narrow path under his feet.
The evil qi in the black water lurked like venomous snakes; once fallen in, even a strong practitioner at the Inner God Realm Perfection would be severely wounded.
As he was startled, the water surface suddenly split apart, and a mummified pseudo-god emerged, engaging him in fierce combat.
Although the pseudo-god was also at Inner God Realm Perfection, its battle power was equivalent to two persons combined.
