The Treasure Hunters nodded in agreement upon hearing Huang Xiaolong's words.
It seemed that this fourth world was absolutely safe during the day.
But come nightfall, that was a different story altogether.
"Good! Huang Xiaolong, let's wait for night to fall!" The Sword Immortal Emperor's face showed a terrifying evil Qi.
This time, he had lost several Profound Immortals, and they had died without rhyme or reason. This made him feel humiliated and unwilling to accept it.
Immediately, everyone began to wait in utter silence.
Waiting for dusk to set in.
Huang Xiaolong, on the other hand, appeared relatively relaxed.
As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, as if water was about to drip from it.
Finally!
The sun slowly set in the west.
The whole world was shrouded in a dim and eerie twilight.
The stone sculptures in the grasslands looked like graves, extremely chilling!