"Indeed." Yang Yan's expression was somewhat solemn, "Although it is a bit hard to detect, I have felt that my True Qi has been silently decreasing since a moment ago."
Pa—pa—pa—
Suddenly, the sound of bamboo hitting the ground abruptly echoed in this silent and desolate land, coming from afar and growing closer, as if striking deep within the soul, appearing particularly eerie.
As the slow and rhythmic knocking sound became clearer, ten elders in grey robes with withered figures appeared in front of Yang Yan.
There wasn't the slightest ripple of True Qi upon the elders, resembling ordinary people.
Yang Yan immediately held the Nascent Void in his hand, simultaneously deploying Wish Power and Summoning Celestial Thunder for protection, standing ready.
Everything here should not be underestimated, naturally, it is best to be cautious in all things.
The ten elders in front gave Yang Yan tremendous pressure; facing them, he didn't even have a shred of confidence.
