Just as Arthur and Wanqi Yu's two groups emerged from the Death Mountain, one after the other.
The Death Mountain, which had been silent for quite some time, suddenly stirred, as if a fierce beast had been provoked.
Although Arthur was not one of the Xuan Sect, his sensitivity to killing aura was not weaker than that of the Xuanmen people.
His subordinates, naturally, also sensed it, and soon cold sweat dripped down their foreheads: "Captain, good thing we made it out, otherwise..."
Such intense killing aura made even those who were used to licking blood off the blades tremble a bit with fear.
Arthur looked at the talisman paper lying in his palm, which had returned to being devoid of any life force, and a vague notion arose in his mind...
However, this notion, he could never speak of, not even to his confidants.
Finally, he folded the now-useless talisman paper and placed it in the pocket of his close-fitting clothes.
