Shi Beiluo and Zhou Yuhao naturally would not stop just because of a few words from Zhao Donglai. They swept up the stone steps and charged straight into the cave engraved with inverted scriptures.
Dust and smoke filled the cave.
When they reached the underground hall supported by twelve dragon pillars, they saw Ding Xiangyun's primordial spirit.
Divine Might Thunderbolt True Lord!
This primordial spirit rode a warhorse and wielded a Yanyue Saber crackling with lightning as it fought several monsters.
The monsters were humanoid, with disheveled hair, Nether Purple Light radiating from their eyes, and protruding teeth that interlocked from above and below.
Moreover, their bodies were like viscous mud, and they were trying to capture Thunderclap True Lord.
Seeing this, Shi Beiluo grunted and reached out with his empty hand. Golden light gathered in his palm and formed a golden spear.
Whirling the spear, Shi Beiluo joined the battle.
With one thrust, he sent a mud monster flying.
Then he swept the spear sideways, instantly clearing out a patch of space.
Zhou Yuhao did not join the battle. Instead, he raised Duan Kong City and positioned it around the underground hall, leaving the mud monsters nowhere to escape.
With Shi Beiluo and Zhou Yuhao's assistance, Thunderclap True Lord pulled on the reins. The warhorse reared, and bolts of azure lightning suddenly thundered down from above the underground hall.
Amid flashes of lightning, one mud monster after another was blasted to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, all the monsters here had been wiped out.
Shi Beiluo grunted. "This Joyful Cult really does have a problem."
How could a normal cult raise monsters?
Besides, it was obvious at a glance that these things were not normal creatures.
Shi Beiluo looked at Thunderclap True Lord. "Where's Ding Xiangyun?"
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