Just a single voice, and the ancient assassin race known as the Phantom Mantis, which struck fear during the Ancient Era, has turned into a pool of minced flesh, the scent of blood and death permeating the entire space.
This ancient assassin race met its demise here in an unimaginably terrifying manner.
Zheng Yi, revealing his figure, gazed intently at the distance, his expression suddenly became extraordinarily solemn.
"I see it! This place seems quite unusual, doesn't it?!"
His eyes were unfathomable, mumbling words that seemed to blend with the air, and as his voice disappeared, his figure also vanished with the wind, as if he'd never been there.
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"The Phantom Mantis of the Ancient Era, a terrifying monster long thought extinct?!"
Zheng Yi had clearly identified the incoming creature, becoming utterly serious. The fact that such monsters lived in this ancient area explained why even a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator would perish.
