Chen Qing watched Hua Yunfeng's retreating back, doubts churning in his heart.
"Shrink Ground to Inch" was a secret art never passed beyond the sect. Throughout history, only the Sect Leader or his heir had been qualified to cultivate it. What identity had Peak Master Hua, who had imprisoned himself at the bottom of Prison Peak for so many years, possessed in the past?
And what earth-shattering crime had he committed to willingly draw a prison around himself and remain silent here for decades?
As his thoughts surged, Xing Han and Xie Fengyao had already followed closely after Hua Yunfeng.
Chen Qing suppressed the questions roiling within him and turned his gaze back to Qi Yu, who lay limp on the ground behind him.
Qi Yu's face was as pale as paper, and her aura was faint. Xing Han's earlier finger strike had directly inflicted grievous wounds upon her.
The Blackwater Abyss Prison's omnipresent icy Killing Intent was eating away at her body.
Her eyes were dim and lifeless, yet she still glared stubbornly at Chen Qing. Seeing his gaze sweep over her, she forced up a breath and said, "You dog, have you seen enough...?"
Chen Qing's expression remained calm, without the slightest trace of pity in his heart. This woman was full of schemes and held an important position within the Demonic Sect. Alive, she was worth far more than a corpse.
Without further hesitation, he crouched down. His left hand shot out like iron pincers, clamping Qi Yu's jaw. With a slight squeeze, he forced her lips apart.
Humiliation and fury flashed through Qi Yu's eyes. She tried to struggle, but had no strength left in her body and could only make muffled whimpering sounds.
Chen Qing had already drawn a Rejuvenation Pill from his robes with