"Boss, something has happened!"
Little Lin's voice arose next to my ear, embedded with a hint of icy murderous intent and suppressed rage.
In Xiao Yi's understanding of Little Lin,
it must have been something that made him extremely angry; otherwise, there would have been no way his emotions would fluctuate so greatly.
He glanced at the ancient tomb before him.
The deepest part of the second layer, enveloped in mist, still remained indistinct.
Clearly, Xiao Yi's current power was insufficient to access those tombs.
He exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
With a thought, Xiao Yi's divine sense returned to the Cloud Dream Temple, only to see Little Lin with a darkened face. Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What happened?"
Little Lin said, "Boss, look over there..."
Xiao Yi was taken aback, following the direction indicated by Little Lin, and his face suddenly changed.
