Tenth Floor of the Sky Demon Tower.
In the deep darkness, demonic winds gusted, and a strange black air current surged within, emitting a bone-chilling cold.
The moment Ling Chen set foot on the tenth floor, he felt a faint Demonic Might. It was bloody, cruel, and suffused with the will for battle and slaughter. These influences could easily affect one negatively.
In an instant, several young Experts' eyes turned red, showing a tendency to be overcome by the demonic influence.
"HUMPH!"
Ling Chen snorted coldly. The sound, accompanied by the spread of his Sword Intent, was a mere rebuke, yet it was enough to dispel the demonic will affecting them.
Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads. They hadn't expected that the mere demonic will drifting in the air here could make them lose their minds and plunge them into chaos.
"Thank you, Young Master!"
The young Experts all cupped their fists towards Ling Chen, admiration gleaming in their eyes.
