But to what extent must one's strength reach to have such an effect, nearly catching him off guard? Even though Fang Hong was merely an Alchemist, his level was nearly eighteen, and after the baptism of the Hall of Thousand Doors, his attributes far surpassed those of an Alchemist of the same level.
He couldn't help but stop and frown at the bottom of the pit.
Such 'things' he had heard of before, many World Boss Level creatures in the First World and some gigantic entities in the Second World leave behind such a powerful Ether Magic Field after death, which can linger for months before dissipating.
But the 'thing' at the bottom of this pit was vastly different from any BOSS he knew of.
What exactly is this thing?
He instinctively glanced at Anluose beside him.
