Fang Yuan and Lin Zhaoyue had only taken a single step into the Middle Realm when a chill immediately ran down his spine.
Without hesitation, he spread his spiritual sense outward while simultaneously isolating the surrounding space.
Layers of invisible spatial barriers folded around him, separating him from the world beyond.
After that, he decided to check his surrounding, the source of the chill he felt.
The more he searchef, the more his brows furrowed.
There was no source.
Or rather...
Everywhere was the source.
The oppressive hostility seeped through the entire realm like water filling an ocean. It came from the sky above, the earth below, the distant horizon and the empty air itself.
The whole world seemed to be glaring at him.
Fang Yuan's hand instinctively moved toward the hilt of his sword.
Before he could investigate further, Lin Zhaoyue's voice sounded beside him.
