"Dead Dog, do you feel something is amiss here?" Lin Zifeng paused his steps, sensing a powerful aura seeming to approach them. Although Lin Zifeng didn't know where this formidable aura came from, his intuition told him it was closing in on him.
The Magic Bracelet's frequency of jumping was incredibly high, proving that there must be a mighty presence lurking nearby. And this time, the jumping was eerily strange.
Its frequency was frighteningly higher than before.
"Damn! I'm running so fiercely. Could it be that those undead from the Bright Sect have caught up so quickly?"
"No. I sense that the aura around is higher than those Pharaohs. If I'm not mistaken, it must be the Bright Pope himself. Dead Dog, we're in big trouble this time. There's no way to clean up the mess."
