Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.
Ye Guichen hadn't been at the foot of Dragon Tomb Peak for long when Clown and the Beast King also arrived.
Seeing the three ferocious beasts with mouths full of blood, Ye Guichen didn't need to guess to know the fate of Leng Wencheng.
He didn't say much, but fixed his gaze on a nearby piece of ground that had just been excavated.
What was once a patch of scattered rocks and weeds had now turned into a circle over ten meters in diameter.
In the middle of the circle, a pattern similar to Tai Chi Eight Trigrams was arranged.
Earlier, the old Daoist in the yellow robe, Luo Shentong, was sitting cross-legged in the center, with incense candles and such in front of him, as if he was performing a ritual.
"Boss, what trick is this Luo Shentong up to again?" Clown couldn't help but ask in a low voice as he looked at Luo Shentong.
