When Jiang Liu was pulled bodily into the divine statue, the enormous blood-red waterfall hanging across the sky outside the Divine Hall of Rules suddenly came to a halt.
Opposite it, the figure who had been preparing to attack the blood-red waterfall also stopped at once.
At that moment, a cold voice came from within Bloodfall. "Are you sure that person can find what we want and help us break free from this state?"
Yunzhi Shangren looked at Bloodfall before him but did not answer Ming Bai's question.
His eyes merely remained fixed on the direction of the Divine Hall of Rules, flickering with uncertainty.
At that moment, the relationship between him and Ming Bai was extremely strange.
Before they were contaminated, they had already been enemies.
Thus, deep in their bones, no matter what they became, they had always been destined to fight one another.
Yet they had simultaneously been contaminated by the resentful souls of those dead cultivators.
As a result, a very strange restraining relationship had formed between them.
Yunzhi Shangren had sensed Jiang Liu's presence the moment he entered this Battlefield Space.
At first, however, Yunzhi Shangren had paid Jiang Liu no attention.
After all, Jiang Liu's strength was simply too weak, and there had been nothing about him worth noticing.
But when Jiang Liu proved capable of absorbing and refining the white mist, he had caught Yunzhi Shangren's attention.
Even those people whom Yunzhi Shangren had lured here to fight could move freely only when the white mist vanished.
Yet this cultivator, whose strength was so low, could directly draw the white mist into his body and absorb the energy within it.
That was the point Yunzhi Shangren found completely incomprehensible.
However, when the white mist around Jiang Liu dispersed and he could clearly see