The camp of the Minghun Clan.
Minxu Divine King was sitting cross-legged in the void, resembling an old monk in meditation, his body unmoving.
Suddenly.
His seemingly eternal motionless body quivered slightly, and his tightly closed eyes opened.
"Strange, why do I have a bad premonition!"
Minxu Divine King's expression fluctuated slightly.
He wanted to calculate some things, but it seemed as if there was a layer of fog in front of him that he could not dispel no matter how he tried.
In response.
Minxu Divine King's heart involuntarily grew heavy.
He trusted his premonitions.
Ever since the Soul-Hooking Divine King was heavily injured in the Chaos Forbidden Zone, the Minghun Clan had sent him here to oversee the situation.
Initially.
As a substitute for the Soul-Hooking Divine King, Minxu Divine King was also supposed to enter the Chaos Forbidden Zone.
