"Some things are amiss..."
Grand Saint of Nine Spirits furrowed his brows, already shifting from a lying position to standing, his expression solemn as he gazed at the giant bronze door in front of him.
Always grand and majestic, exuding wild characteristics unique to the Demon Clan, the aura of the giant bronze door was now continuously weakening!
Although it was extremely subtle and hard to detect, with Grand Saint of Nine Spirits' observational prowess, he still noticed traces of grey that had started appearing on the door's edges.
This trace of grey was only about the size of a normal human's fingernail. Even compared to the towering giant bronze door, let alone comparing it to old man Chen Hua, it was a trivial spot.
Yet this inconspicuous grey spot was suffused with a choking stillness and the sinister aura of decay and demise, as if under this smudge of grey, everything would start deteriorating and withering away!
