It was a structure resembling a conch, but after years of erosion, its exterior had become incredibly rough—more like a giant barnacle growing savagely from the rock.
As they looked around, the disciples of Mount Xiyue fell silent. This was probably the lair of the heteromorphic creatures.
It was situated in an enormous pit, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, making it impossible to easily investigate the situation from above.
Ever since they had been captured and brought here, they had been tossed into a dungeon like piglets. The Metal Balls restraining them constantly sent pain stabbing into their marrow, and the moment they resisted, terrifying currents would course directly through their blood vessels.
If they had been ordinary people instead of cultivators, they would have died long ago.
"It's said that to this day, three tribes still guard the Chiwang Tomb: the Chi Clan, the White Clan, and the Feather Clan... Could the ones we encountered be one of the tribes guarding the Chiwang Tomb?"
The junior disciples looked terrified.
Twin Sister had reason to imagine that many of the people here had probably never experienced much danger. Perhaps they had thought that with two Dao Law Realm uncles leading them, this would be a relaxing and enjoyable journey of exploration.
Unfortunately, Youyazi, whom everyone had relied on, was now gravely wounded and unconscious, while Wuyazi had suffered a mental collapse. She had sat there for a long time, looking withered and lifeless, and no one dared disturb her.
"After capturing us, why have these heteromorphic creatures remained silent for so long?"
"Something seems to have happened inside their group. Earlier, I saw several guards outside being hurriedly summoned away."
"This might be an opportunity..."
They needed to save themselves. Some of the disciples who had