"An array that mimics a loved one to inflict psychological damage on a cultivator. Quite a bitch of an array."
Qingyi growled, stomping on the old man's head and finishing him off with a sharp blow.
If it had been anyone else, it would have been practically impossible to make it through the first array alive and then, with depleted Qi and a weary mind, deal with that silver tear.
Unfortunately for whoever had built that array, Qingyi was not just anyone.
He was the natural enemy of arrays that were not meant to be broken by brute force.
He was the master of breaking arrays by brute force.
The tear crumbled beneath his feet, turning into fine ash that vanished silently into the air.
Ignoring the residue, Qingyi walked to another door at the far end of that enormous hall.
This one was different. Golden, imposing, covered in characters engraved across its entire surface.
With a focused gaze, Qingyi read.
