Three middle-aged men at the Tenth Level of Tao approached Chen Nan, sneering, "On the territory of our Corpse-controlling Sect, killing you is as easy as squashing an ant."
Chen Nan was taken aback.
He hadn't seen the three of them when he entered!
How could there be people from the Corpse-controlling Sect in this Dead City?
Chen Nan thought of a possibility—that these three had entered the Dead City at a different time than he had, possibly before him or after him, which would explain why they hadn't been among the people who entered together with him.
If that were the case, then the woman draped in seven-colored light might be there for the same reason.
"Three at the Tenth Level of Tao, tough to deal with," Zhao Han murmured.
Chen Nan nodded and said, "Indeed tough to deal with. Can the power of your domain imprison them?"
