Blade light and sword shadows were icy, cold edges stirring killing intent!
Bai Yujun hid behind a stalactite, her back against a gleaming white stone pillar as she watched from the side. Secretly activating her deduction talent, she searched the future for an outcome. Yet battle changed in the blink of an eye and was impossible to predict. Though she failed to foresee it precisely, she unexpectedly sensed a thread of Profound Immortal fortune...
She used her extraordinary sense of smell again to capture scent particles, her dragon brain whirring at high speed.
Within Bai Yujun's consciousness, everyone was nearly motionless. Every type of scent particle sped toward its source: demons, devils, immortals, corpses, and the Sang Lineage youngsters.
In the end, there was an additional faint scent whose owner she could not identify.
Bai suspected that the Sang Lineage ancestor was not dead.
Someone else had died. Though Profound Immortals were few, they were not unheard of. Perhaps the one lying in the golden coffin truly was a Profound Immortal, just not that Sang Lineage ancestor. Faces were easy enough to fake.
Spells flew wildly, and sword radiance swept across the cavern.
Stalactite fragments scattered under the blows. Perhaps the dragon vein's earth energy had bestowed extraordinary reinforcement, making this place exceptionally sturdy.
An ordinary cave would have long since been unable to withstand such turmoil and would have collapsed.
She hurriedly ducked her head. With a crack, another sword mark appeared on the stone pillar behind her. None of the factions was willing to risk their lives, lest the others reap the benefit. They had fought for so long while restraining one another that nobody had been injured. Only the old Sang man and the three devils attacked with ruthless ferocity, while the two demons and four human