What kind of method was this?
Lu Feng was horrified. His Soul Consciousness instinctively spread out, trying to further sense how vast this Grave Area was, only to find that no matter which direction he probed, he could not reach its boundary. Its expanse far exceeded the limits of his perception.
What he could not even sense, someone else had been able to bind into a single whole?
Even thinking about it felt utterly inconceivable.
A profound sense of defeat and helplessness swept over him.
In such circumstances, trapped within the array as they were, there was no way they could rupture this fish-bladder membrane;
Bound by the array's force, they too had become part of it—each one a globule of water within the membrane. Even if they shattered the other globules ten thousand times, it would be no more than water colliding with water, without the slightest effect on the whole.
"Old Lu, are we continuing?"
After unleashing the Splitting Flame Palm several times in succession, Tang Yuan helplessly lowered his hands. No matter how many times he destroyed those Soul Puppets, they immediately re-formed. They simply could not be eliminated.
Lu Feng's expression dimmed as he remained silent in thought.
Qian Meng cursed irritably, "These ghostly things are too damn troublesome! Why are they endless!?"
Feng Li said uneasily, "How exactly did those people get through that opening so smoothly? Did they really not encounter any of these? Their luck is far too good."
Ugh—
Sun Fu suddenly let out a muffled groan. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned deathly pale.
The hand he had originally pressed against Song Yiqing's brow had now withdrawn, yet Song Yiqing's condition had not improved in the slightest. Instead, it seemed to have grown far more