The sound of cracking ice still echoed through the valley floor. Chen Wuya did not stop. He lunged forward, and Misaligned Force rebounded from the soles of his feet, carving a crooked arc through the air. The cold arrows from the roof missed and sank into a nearby ice pillar with a dull thud.
Mo Feng rolled into the room right behind him. The Clockwork Spider hidden in his sleeve clung to the wall and crawled upward, its feelers probing into the cracks. He said in a low voice, "There's writing on the east wall. The rest are all fake carving marks."
The room was dim, filled with the smell of rotten wood mixed with rust. Chen Wuya looked up. A line of blood-red words was embedded in the eastern wall as though burned into the stone: "Ice and fire in mutual aid, yin and yang born in reverse."
Just as he was about to approach, a cold sneer crashed down from the beam overhead.
"This is not something you're allowed to see."
A shadow burst through the tiles, its palm wind carrying a stench of blood. Chen Wuya twisted aside. The palm struck the stone platform, instantly shattering the stone into chunks. The newcomer wore a gray robe, with a purplish-black scar across his face and bluish fingernails. He was undoubtedly a protector of the Demonic Cult.
With a flick of his finger, Mo Feng sent a silver-threaded net flying out, wrapping around the protector's arms. The threads seeped into his flesh the moment they touched his skin. The protector convulsed violently, his movements slowing by half a beat.
"Memorize it, quick!" Mo Feng roared.
Chen Wuya closed his eyes and ran Misaligned Force in reverse. The Heart of Extreme Cold was not on him, but he remembered that