The Spirit Treasure Hall has endured for thousands of years, yet under the protection of the array, it remains smooth as new, the hall towering, the green tiles ancient and simple, exuding a tranquil aura.
"Creak!"
There were not many restrictions on the heavy hall doors. Gu Yuan infused his mana, and with a gentle push, the doors swung open wide.
In an instant, a thick wave of spiritual mechanism surged out, accompanied by an extreme intent to kill, assaulting Gu Yuan like a tide.
The force was more overwhelming than that of the Blood Soul Strange Insect at the late stage of the Golden Core, as if a mountain of thousands of feet were crashing down upon him, its might indescribable.
A huge sense of crisis emerged in Gu Yuan's heart.
"Buzz buzz!"
But the golden Treasure Cliff Order at his waist trembled slightly, the cloud patterns on it radiating brightly, forming a thin layer of golden cloud mist, swirling around him.
