"Even that golden-armored zombie from Xiangyin a millennium ago can't match this disturbance. In the heavily guarded area of the Capital, where the dragon spirit of the Imperial Mausoleum converges, what kind of evil dares act so boldly?"
Thunderclouds gathered over Mount Zhao, and outsiders couldn't see through the gloomy clouds, relying only on subjective inference.
"Indeed, positive thunder suppresses demons, making survival nearly impossible. This is heavenly thunder; this scourge has no chance of surviving, and thus acts without hesitation. If it were me, not only the Imperial Mausoleum, but I'd even dare to go to the Celestial Master's Mansion!"
To the southeast of the Imperial Mausoleum, white mist rose from the vast river. In the midst of the swirling clouds and mist, a pair of golden eyes, bright as torches and deep as abysses, pierced through the clouds, gazing towards Mount Zhao.