"There is a trap inside, please follow me closely."

With that said, Beixuan walked into the secret room, and everyone immediately followed him.

It was pitch black all around.

Beixuan groped his way around the long corridor and turned a corner. Suddenly, several lanterns appeared on the walls on both sides, illuminating the surrounding area.

Mu Fan said:

"Shouldn't the retreat place be safer?"

"Why did you choose a shabby temple in the suburbs?!"

Beixuan muttered: "Because there is something hidden here!"

"A thing that makes the entire Southern Territory, and even the entire Yanhuang, fearful and crazy!"

"The senior management of the Dragon Group has never thought of how to deal with it!"

"So, it's called seclusion, but it actually means guarding that thing closely!"

Beiling asked in confusion: "Brother, what exactly is it?"

Beixuan said in a deep voice: "The Scythe of Death!"

Death's Scythe!!!

Everyone immediately took a breath of cold air.
Chapter completed!