Upon entering the Nether Acupoint, before Chen Hao even had the chance to glance at the Netherworld, he was immediately sent back out. To his astonishment, when he returned to the real world, he found himself back in that dream, in the forest he had seen before.
The moonlight was just as pale, the shadows of the trees just as shaking, and it was also the same broad-shouldered, tall figure from behind.
In an instant, Chen Hao was stunned!
Could this dream really be true? Chen Hao asked himself.
A gust of wind came by, rustling through the forest.
A thick scent of rotting blood assaulted his nostrils, identical to the one that had wafted in just moments before. Then, a powerful demonic energy overpowered the bloody stench in the air, filling the entire forest.
Chen Hao's expression turned vigilant in an instant!
At that moment, a hand suddenly clapped onto his shoulder.