But there was no need to say it.
When Tun Cang, with a heart filled with ancient pride, entered the eighth cave with his Dragon Walk and Tiger Step, he saw two deep sets of footprints.
One set was heading into the cave, and the other was coming out.
Tun Cang's already extremely pale face became translucent at this moment, and his eyes fell into a stupor that he had never experienced since birth.
"How could this be... Pfft!"
Distracted, Tun Cang, despite having thirty percent of his ancestral bloodline, suffered internal injuries and intense pain in his meridians under eighty percent of nature's spiritual energy pressure, and he hastily retreated out of the cave.
Just out of the cave, his stupefied eyes unconsciously looked towards ninety thousand zhang.
"It's impossible, impossible…"
"Ninety percent of nature's spiritual energy pressure, even in ancient times, only those in the Kunpeng clan with forty percent of the ancestral bloodline could barely withstand it..."
