The stone gate suddenly hummed, and a pale-yellow barrier surged up from within, blocking the seemingly unstoppable icy blades and silver axe.
"Go!" Hai Qing and Hao Zhijie each formed hand seals, mana surging around them. The three-colored icy blades and the Nether Lightning Silver Axe immediately blazed with light. With a sharp shhk, the pale-yellow barrier split like a sheet of cloth. A gash had been cut through it.
"Get in quickly. Whether or not you find anything, come out after half a year. Senior Hao and I will wait here for you." Hai Qing urged Yan Xiaoyu, Mo Yuyan, and the others.
Lan Xuan, Xue Yan, and the others nodded in turn, each transforming into a streak of spiritual light and vanishing through the breach in the yellow barrier. The black panther puppet bearing a wisp of Lu Xiaotian's divine sense followed close behind.
As the only Spirit Transformation cultivator among them, Yan Xiaoyu showed no fear. A flash of white light passed over her, and the aura of a primordial beast surged forth. She took a step, and her speed was no slower than Mo Yuyan and the others.
In the blink of an eye, everyone but Hai Qing and Hao Zhijie had entered the secret realm.
"Careful!" The moment they entered the realm, a rain of trailing, flaming droplets appeared in the clear, open sky, falling from above toward the ground. The blue-armored man at the front, Lan Xuan, cried out, "Ice-Flame Starfall!"
"Whatever you do, don't let the Ice-Flame Starfall touch you!"
"Senior Brother Lan Xuan, do you take us for blind?" Xue Yan and Lan Xuan had been at odds for a thousand years. They had contended openly and covertly for all that time, and Xue Yan had never once gotten the better of