Chapter - 3427

His detection of dark aura was not as acute as Morvran's.

Morvran's breath was slightly ragged as he turned to look at Quincey, his face ashen. "This is nothing like the palace outside. The dark aura here feels as if it's swallowing me whole. As an upright cultivator, I feel it most intensely!"

Indeed, the upright cultivator felt that the most intensely, due to the strong repulsion between the two forces.

Under the force of that repulsion, he could distinctly perceive the nature of the impending crisis.

He was just about to run away because the overwhelming sense of that power was far too intense.

In renowned sects like the Southern and Northern Martial House, they were all righteous cultivators. Their aura of righteousness was exceedingly strong.

Nimbus Sect was actually not too bad. They were skilled in unconventional methods and their concern for the righteous path was not as intense as others.

After all, for the path of formation techniques, as long as one's attainment in the formation was extremely high, they could be compared to those great cultivators.

Zeke and his companions were deeply shocked, their hearts filled with trepidation. Members of the Dominion Sect were frightened, too. Their faces had turned ashen, a clear sign of their extreme fear.

For the first time, Zeke experienced such a potent dark aura.

Even the temple he had previously entered didn't instill in him such a profound sense of danger as it did at that moment.

The only person who had gone through a similar experience was arguably Octantis, and he was also shocked.

Even the arrogant Octantis was scared and Morvran, a late stage Sun and Moon Class warrior from Dominion Sect, was no exception.

A disciple from Dominion Sect approached Morvran with a question. "Should we retreat?"

Retreat? At that moment, Quincey became displeased, his brows furrowed deeply.

"How could we just retreat so easily? We've painstakingly set up this formation, and if we just leave like this, what about our losses? The grand formation we've arranged at Nimbus Sect hasn't even been put to use yet."

Quincey was somewhat indignant, his tone rather intense, "Even if everyone is scared of what's inside, does that mean we really couldn't handle it? Morvran, didn't you say before that you were definitely going to win?"

His question made Morvran scowled more intensely.

Morvran had been brimming with confidence before, but it was only based on his view of the temple. When he saw the interior of the temple, his confidence faltered, filling his heart with fear and apprehension.

"Quincey, I will find a way to compensate for your loss. I believe it's necessary for us all to withdraw now. Otherwise, we might suffer significant casualties. We need more information. Zeke is right. This place is far too dangerous." Morvran looked toward Zeke, a kindly smile gracing his face. "Zeke, I was rather thoughtless before, acting too hastily. If only I had listened to you earlier, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."

He was filled with regret, wishing he had listened to Zeke sooner.

That dilapidated temple felt like it was beyond their capability to even approach, let alone explore.

As such, he was more occupied with the idea of staying alive than exploring the place, yet Quincey was pushing for him to go further.

Even someone as arrogant as he was began to harbor thoughts of retreat, taking a few steps back.

Zeke smiled faintly. "Morvran, it's not your fault. You're just unaware of the peculiarities of this temple. Let's prepare ourselves further, step out, and wait for more information. If we gather enough details, it won't be too late to explore then."

At that moment, the dark aura of the black temple had significantly receded, seemingly less perilous than before.

However, Morvran was still filled with apprehension, nodding repeatedly. "You're right, let's go then. Disciples of Dominion Sect, heed my command! Let us leave!"

As he spoke, his hands formed a mystical gesture, and a shadowy tunnel materialized in the distance.

That was their prearranged escape route, ready to be used for departure at any moment.

At that moment, the tunnel seemingly lost its translocating power, its energy began to wane.