Indeed, an abandoned Mountain God Temple curled up in the night.
Inside the temple, dim green lights flickered, resembling serpents flicking their tongues.
Even more eerie, a thick, ink-like darkness swirled above the temple's roof, seemingly blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to descend.
Outside the temple door, a tall green-black banner fluttered in the wind, the surface embroidered with twisted serpent patterns, absorbing the yin energy from the earth vein.
Zhang Tiankui's gaze was sharp, and he immediately exerted force under his feet, charging forward fiercely.
Although Li Yan hadn't explicitly stated it, at his status, many things weren't secret, and he naturally knew this was the demon's setup.
"Hold on!"
As soon as he landed from above, an old voice sounded from within the temple, speaking with a hint of temptation: "You have mastered martial arts, why meddle in others' grudges?"
