The crowd, upon seeing the shadow, retreated backward, maintaining a distance, a deep fear evident in their eyes.
"Second Master, that shadow is strange, anyone who approaches it will have their primordial spirit destroyed. We've already lost troops," someone whispered softly into Zhang Tian Sheng's ear.
"Leaving a shadow while facing a wall, it truly is the realm of Pure Yang Wuji." Zhang Tian Sheng looked at the corpses strewn across the ground and couldn't help but softly sigh.
"Pure Yang Wuji, with a single thought, the world turns over and over, thus leaving this shadow behind."
At just that moment, a sinister voice came from behind.
Everyone turned to see an elderly man with a hunched figure standing at the cave entrance, standing behind the crowd.
"Who goes there?" yelled a man dressed in a Daoist robe.
"Old fox, you're late," Zhang Tian Sheng said calmly without turning his head.
