Clods of dirt splattered onto Shen Changan’s body. He looked at the pit barely half a step away and struggled to roll to the side.
“Pah!” Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Shen Changan said to Grandpa Yang, who wanted to approach, “Grandpa Yang, don’t come over! Tell everyone to stay away from this courtyard. No matter what noises they hear, they can’t come close.”
The Yang Tree Demon supported himself on the pillar of the corridor, the terrifying pressure spreading around him scared him so much that he could barely stand straight. This fear originated from an instinct deep within his soul. He felt as if a terrifying gaze from the heavens was fixed on them. As long as he dared to take a step forward, he would be annihilated in the blink of an eye.