Chapter 110

There wasn't so much of a fight than they had anticipated after entering the barrier in this place. They had not seen any trace of the King of Salem.

"Careful." Right after his sentence was finished, a huge thunderbolt flashed near Tom, it hit the giant rock next to his feet. A blue light lit up Tom's face. Having no time to think about himself being nearly scorched by the lightning, he stared at the place in front of him.

Someone was standing in front of the palace. They didn't know how long that person had been standing there. Maybe he was waiting for them from the start. That person blended into the darkness perfectly. If it weren't for the flash of killing intent just now, Tom wouldn't have been able to sense his presence.

Tom felt that within this person's spirit power lay a hatred that had lasted thousands of years, but when she wanted to take a closer look at its source, it strangely disappeared without a trace.

The person in front of him was Lay.