As Lin Xuan stood on the plaza, his face filled with emotion, the party from Sword Nether Palace had already entered the iceberg.
"What an eerie Yin-Yang Strange Wind." As the woman in red spoke, she controlled her magic treasure and split a small beast charging toward her cleanly in two.
"This place is somewhat unusual." The brows of the Geng-surnamed man knitted tightly together. As he spoke, he pointed at the yin-yang treasure ruler before him; with a tremor, the treasure transformed into thousands upon thousands of ruler-shadows, sending several bats near them flying far away.
As for Master Ku, no one knew what strange cultivation art he was using. His entire body was wrapped in a mass of gray-white ghost qi, and those wild beasts actually did not dare approach within three feet of him.
These three were naturally unharmed, but those Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators suffered for it. They had to divert more than half of their spiritual power to resist the strange wind's assault while also staying wary of wild beasts that sprang out from who knew where.
With the slightest lapse in attention, they might lose their lives.
Along the way, two people had already died unnatural deaths.
"Master Ku, these disciples' magic power is low. Why not let them wait up above?" the woman in red suggested. It was not that she felt compassion for her subordinates, but bringing along these low-level cultivators truly slowed their advance.
"Very well." Though Master Ku was cruel and violent, he was not entirely unreasonable.
The cultivators were overjoyed. If they kept going, they were afraid they would be riding the crane west before they ever found the traitor.
"Did you hear that? Go back up and wait. But don't just stand around either—search the entire island and