Side hall.
The roaring was deafening.
Unlike the spacious main hall, this place was crammed with battered experimental tables and unknown metal instruments.
At this moment, it was a complete wreck.
"Cough..."
Leng Yuebai clutched her left shoulder, crimson blood seeping through her fingers.
Her pristine white dress now bore several scorched tears, leaving her in a rather sorry state.
Across from her, three Mechanical Beasts forged entirely from unknown metal surrounded her in a triangular formation.
They were three metal leopards.
Their eyes were scarlet gemstones, while faint blue arcs of electricity flickered over their claws and fangs.
Each one radiated an aura no weaker than that of a high-level Soul King.
At her peak, Leng Yuebai could have easily dismantled this pile of scrap without even summoning her Martial Soul Avatar.
But not now.
The environment here was too strange.
The magnetic field that suppressed Soul Power was especially intense in the side hall.
Her Soul Power was circulating at less than thirty percent of its usual speed.
And to protect the piece of cold iron she had just obtained in her arms, she had taken an electric shock head-on.
"Roar—"
The leading metal leopard let out a piercing mechanical roar.
Its hind legs bent slightly, its metal joints grinding with a teeth-aching screech.
The next second.
It turned into a streak of silver lightning and lunged straight for Leng Yuebai's throat.
Fast.
Far too fast.
With her Soul Power restricted, Leng Yuebai's dynamic vision could not keep up with that speed at all.
She could only rely on instinct and barely raise her short sword to block.
Was I really going to die here?
A flash of unwillingness passed through Leng Yuebai's glass-like eyes.
Just as those sharp metal claws were about to touch her eyelashes.
Boom!