The eerie crying from within the Bat King Temple vanished without a trace the moment Zhang Yan stepped inside.
The overwhelming Elixir Evil that surrounded his body constantly flowed and protected him, suppressing the Yin Filth Qi here, even without deliberate exertion.
In the hall, tens of exotic beasts resembling cats or civets with tiger stripes were lying on the ground, gazing at him in extreme terror, their bodies trembling.
Zhang Yan paid them no heed, casting a cold glance around, his eyes emitting a white light about a foot long, resembling a fierce Sword Qi.
Although this temple had been abandoned for a hundred years, there was no dust or cobwebs, as if someone frequently cleaned it, likely the work of these exotic beasts since this seemed to be their home, which they took care of.
