Heaven Devouring Sword Lord

The moment this white mist seeped out a bit of it, Ye Tian felt his heart jump. It wasn't just him, even the eyes of the Demon Prince, Demon Princess, Xia Yilong and the white clothed man who was with Xia Yudie instantly turned incomparably heavy.

Their gazes simultaneously turned towards a certain direction in the small world.

However, the white mist was very strange, and no one could see it, but Ye Tian and the others could sense a sense of danger in their hearts, and as time passed, the sense of danger became more intense.

After a few breaths of time, almost all of the cultivators in the small world began to feel uneasy.

"Why do I feel like I'm being watched by something? I feel like my heart is beating very quickly." Xia Yuhe whispered uneasily.

"We'd better get close to the center altar." Ye Tian suggested.

Xia Yilong glanced at Ye Tian but did not object and nodded. Xia Yuhe had doubts in his heart, but he saw that both Ye Tian and Xia Yilong did not have any intent to say it out loud, nor did he ask any questions. He walked forward with the two of them to the place closest to the altar.

They also saw Xia Yilong, Demon Prince and the others coming closer to the altar, trying to emulate him. Although they did not know why the strongest among them, Xia Yilong, wanted to do this, they still believed that doing this was the right choice, and this was the best decision.

The formless white mist continued to emerge from the ground at an increasing speed. Within a few breaths, it had formed a bright mist that surrounded the entire exterior of the small world and was slowly approaching where the cultivators were.

The bright fog was invisible, but the cultivators still felt their hearts beating faster and faster. As the fog approached them, their hearts felt faster and faster, as if their hearts would jump out at any moment.

Bang bang … Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang bang …

Ye Tian could clearly hear his own heartbeats, hear the heartbeats of others, and hear the breathing of the cultivators.

"There's something approaching us, but we can't see it …"

"That thing is about to approach us!"

"Ahh …"

Someone screamed miserably as white fog appeared from his body. He was swallowed up by the white fog. In an instant, not even his bones could remain.

"Not good, quickly enter the altar."

"Whatever, it's still a crisis. At the very least, we can still see danger within the altar. Let's enter the altar."

The heartbeat of the crowd had already reached the peak. That invisible danger caused them to be unable to calm down.

"Ahh …"

"No …."

Miserable wails came from cultivators who were a little further away from the altar. At the same time their bodies emitted a large amount of white mist, their bodies disappeared, becoming nutrients for the mist.

When the remaining cultivators saw this horrifying scene, how could they dare to stay? One by one, without caring about anything else, they madly rushed towards the altar.

However, there were still a few cultivators who were stunned. They were too shocked and didn't rush into the altar. They were swallowed by the mist and turned into white mist.

"The heavens have blessed me, and I have finally survived."

"What the hell is that thing? I can't believe I can't see it. It's so scary …"

"A demon that eats people without spitting out their bones, formless and formless …"

All of the cultivators still had lingering fear in their hearts, and their faces were filled with the joy of surviving a calamity.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as the crowd of cultivators were celebrating their survival, a moment after they entered the altar, a ferocious and powerful green miasma appeared in front of everyone.

Roar!

At the same time, in the world outside of the altar, which originally had nothing but white light, a giant python that looked like a white fog appeared. This python's entire body was covered in scales the size of an adult hand.

The white mist dragon hovered around the altar. Its huge body filled half of the space around the altar, and it opened its mouth to scream. A cloud of mist was spat out from its mouth, but the moment this white mist came in contact with the altar, it was blocked by an invisible barrier of light, preventing it from advancing any further.

The white mist dragon's body shook violently. It let out a furious roar and ferociously charged at the formless shield. The white mist on its body dispersed as if it had suffered some serious injury. However, it was unable to break through the cultivators on the altar.

Seeing the terrifying python outside the altar, the cultivators felt a chill in their hearts. Luckily they had entered the altar; if they were outside the altar at this moment, they would have lost their lives long ago.

Aooo … Aooo …

Even before the cultivators could catch their breath, the green miasma beasts that were several times more powerful than the ones in the black palace started to roar as deep green tentacles ruthlessly shot towards the cultivator.

"Ahh …"

"No …."

"How can he be so strong …"

The moment the green miasma beast appeared, more than half of the cultivators were killed in an instant. They were unable to block the attacks of the green miasma beast, and after they were penetrated, they would often be devoured, leaving only a skeleton.

In just the time of a single breath, over fifty grayish-white skeletons appeared on the altar. Those skeletons seemed to have lost all of their essence. When they fell onto the altar, they instantly shattered into several pieces.

With the death of these cultivators, the green miasma beasts that were their enemies also dissipated one by one. As the green miasma beasts disappeared, blood-red patterns appeared on the altar, extending into the body of the humanoid figure in the black sphere of light.

The human-shaped creature that originally had no signs of life actually began to slowly have traces of life.

"His aura … There are too many similarities with third brother. "

Just as the cultivators were worrying about the creature inside the black ball of light that was about to awaken, Ye Tian's lips curved up slightly, and his heart was filled with anticipation.

No one knew what Ye Tian was thinking. They were all having a hard time fighting with the green miasma beasts, so they didn't have the mind to pour Ye Tian's expression into them.

This cyan miasma beast that was fighting against Ye Tian was the weakest of all the cultivators present, yet its strength was actually only at the eighth stage of the Soul Realm. This far exceeded Ye Tian's imagination.

Ye Tian dealt with it effortlessly, but in order to hide it from others, he kept fighting with the green miasma beast, and did not kill it immediately.

Observing the battle situation in all four directions, it seemed that the strength of these green miasma beasts were at least eight levels stronger than the cultivators that they faced off against.

Ye Tian suddenly understood that this was not all a dead end, maybe this was just a test.

Thinking about it this way, Ye Tian felt that all of this was not as simple as he thought.

"Ahh …"

In the following period of time, almost within one breath, some people died under the attacks of the green miasma beasts.

When the tenth breath of time had passed, all the green miasma beasts had disappeared and the remaining cultivators were finally able to survive.

Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of something like a bubble bursting sounded out, and the black sphere at the center of the altar exploded.