Beside the huge and ancient stone tablet stood the entrance to a teleportation array. The entrance resembled the bloody maw of a Ferocious Ghost, radiating a hair-raising aura; it was also like a bottomless black hole, dark and deep, seemingly capable of swallowing a person's soul. Just a single glance was enough to evoke a bone-chilling terror from the depths of one's heart.
Lin Tianchen walked with steady steps to the entrance of the Ghost Tomb and slowly came to a halt. He turned around to face the Green-Faced Ghost King and the other members of the Ghost Race who had pursued him not far behind. Unfazed, Lin Tianchen instead curved the corners of his mouth upward in a contemptuous smile and said to them, "I hear this place is the holy land of the Ghost Tomb guarded by your Ghost Race."
Meanwhile, the Green-Faced Ghost King brought her flying ghostly artifact to a steady stop beneath her. A look of disdain and mockery appeared on her distorted, ferocious blue face as she coldly retorted, "That's right, this is indeed where the Ghost Tomb is located. But even so, do you really have the guts to break into it? Hmph! I advise you to dismiss such unrealistic notions early on, otherwise, nothing awaits you but certain death—a truly hopeless situation with zero chance of survival!"
Chapter 315