He swiftly traversed through the underground palace.
However, what he never expected was that just as he was about to cross a single-log bridge over a dried-up pond, a shadow suddenly clenched his neck and violently threw him to the bottom of the pond.
Pain shot through his back; he felt as though his organs had shifted.
The man's hand still tightly gripped his throat.
He wore a mask, breathing strangely, his bloodthirsty eyes void of any sign of life.
What on earth... is this thing?!
Lu Qi tried to pry his hand away.
But no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, and cold sweat poured out.
Gradually, he couldn't breathe, his face turned purplish-blue, and his lips darkened.
Could it be... he's going to die here?
If he had known earlier... it would have been better...
At the brink of death, a fearsome Sword Qi, carrying the aura of splitting mountains and calming seas, fiercely struck the black-clad man's back.
