The truly powerful beings, those with abyssal might, have their aura contained, unfathomable, and not even a trace of joy or anger can be felt.
But as for his fellow disciples... Shen Li could now feel varying degrees of "emotional" fluctuations from them, even the "eldest senior brother" Zou He was no exception.
The eight-person team, entered the cemetery together.
Shen Li was the last one in line.
The moment they entered the mausoleum, a "blazing" gust came through the Golden Gate.
"Boom~~"
The deep gust sounded like a dragon's roar, long and resonant.
Shen Li squinted his eyes... he only felt that the "gust" that hit his face was not as scorching as he imagined, but rather mixed with a hint of chill, followed immediately by a blinding storm of wind and snow, pelting down like hail.
The spiritual power he had released was compressed by an invisible and mighty pressure.
He had lost all his "vision".
His senior brothers walking ahead.
