Lin Feng and Chen Mei stood atop the massive Frostvenom Python, but despite the creature's formidable presence, an unnatural chill crept through their bodies.
It wasn't just the frigid air of the night—it was something far more sinister, a pressure that pressed against their very souls.
"Crap, this is bad…" Chen Mei muttered under her breath, her purple eyes flickering with unease. Her fingers clenched slightly as she shifted her stance.
Clearly, she hadn't expected things to spiral out of control so quickly, barely minutes after arriving.
Lin Feng's expression was equally grim.
His gaze swept across the emerging figures, finally catching a glimpse of the true power these long-standing clans possessed.
Most of them were at the 5th level of Qi Condensation, their auras sharp and refined.
Some were even stronger, standing at the 7th level.
However, Lin Feng wasn't overly concerned about them.
The real threat lay elsewhere—the ones whose presence made his blood run cold.
