Fire-Roiling Corrosive Qi
"The farthest I ever reached last time was this spot. I have no idea what lies beyond this storm of wind and thunder, but I can make a good guess: it was once a treasure trove belonging to the Purpleclear Immortal Palace. They say the Essence of Baleful Water and one or two other treasures found their way into the outside world from here. Of them, the Essence of Baleful Water is the most precious." Old Monster Xingyan stood with his group at the entrance to a ruined canyon.
"Since Fellow Daoist Xingyan knows this place, why bring us here?" Cao Fang asked, his eyes flickering.
"Naturally, I want you fellow Daoists to go ahead and explore. If you want treasure, you must be willing to pay a price. I've brought you here and spared you the danger of searching most other places. Surely you won't refuse, Fellow Daoist Cao." Old Monster Xingyan gave a sinister smile.
"Looks like you've got us right where you want us, Fellow Daoist Xingyan," Cao Fang snorted.
"We've already come this far. Surely you don't think you still have a way out. If you cooperate, there'll be plenty of benefits for all of you. If you refuse, I made some arrangements here when I came before. I'm afraid getting back easily won't be an option." Old Monster Xingyan made no effort to hide his threat.
As soon as he finished speaking, ten humanoid monsters that seemed to be made entirely of water appeared. Each of the five colors matched one of the Five Baleful Waves, and there were two water figures of each color. Every one of them gave off the same aura, seemingly connected in some way to the storm of wind and thunder before them. Their exact strength was