When Chen Yuan stretched out his palm from afar,
Tarantula and Frank's faces instantly changed, like startled spiders; they shot up ten meters into the air and landed at the mouth of the cave.
Both of them stared intently at Chen Yuan.
However, they realized that Chen Yuan's palm wasn't aimed at them.
Instead, he drew a long line at the cave entrance, separating himself and his party from all those from the Dark World.
"What do you mean?"
The crowd hadn't expected this youth to be a strong contender, and by the looks of it, his strength seemed to be on par with a Realm Expert. Someone squinted and asked.
"Those who cross the line shall die!"
Chen Yuan replied indifferently, then continued to sit down cross-legged and cultivate.
His features, under the dense fog of Spiritual Energy, were faintly visible.
The many strong figures from the Dark World stopped speaking and quietly watched Tarantula and Frank, waiting to see how they would respond.
