"Kun Ling!"
The silver-haired woman following behind Mu Zi immediately moved, turning into a streak of red light and darting swiftly toward the Great Hall.
The Devouring Corpse instantly erupted with astonishing fluctuations and tried to turn to attack Kun Ling, but the long blade in its hand was held fast by a slender jade hand. For a time, it found it difficult to break free.
Whoosh!
Kun Ling swept up the stone stairs, her clear, lovely eyes looking toward the figure before the Devouring Corpse.
"Hurry!"
Mu Zi clutched the long blade tightly with one hand, staring at the Devouring Corpse before her as a plan formed in her mind.
"Wait. I still have something to deal with."
Seeing this, Kun Ling nodded slightly, then ascended the stairs. Her figure slowly vanished into the darkness of the Great Hall. Jiu Feng had already entered the depths of the Great Hall, and for the moment she was the only one at the entrance, so it was safe enough.
Where she stood, Mu Zi stared at the black figure before her, a strange light flashing through her eyes.
With her speed, if she only wanted to enter the Devouring Divine Hall, the latter would not be able to touch even the hem of her clothes. But her goal was not limited to that.
"Hmph!"
Mu Zi began to exert force, then gripped the long blade with her hand and pushed the Devouring Corpse backward.
Boom!
The Devouring Corpse could not break free, and it seemed to have triggered some sort of mechanism. Its energy fluctuations surged even more violently, as though undergoing an ultimate sublimation. Devouring Power churned wildly, its might soaring.
Crack, crack!
Black light surged violently over the long blade. Under that tyrannical force, Mu Zi's palm began to