The thunderclap-like boom in the sky left Lu Xiaotian's chest tight with misery. If he hadn't been hiding between the Black-and-White Twin Bowls, he would likely have been shaken into coughing up blood. The surging sea of blood qi overhead filled him with even greater unease. It was an even more serious threat than the Iron Corpse Sheath.
Even the Iron Corpse Sheath was jolted downward, his expression changing dramatically.
Before Lu Xiaotian and the Iron Corpse Sheath could react, it was as if a gigantic hole had been punched through the sky. Several figures flashed into view.
A dreadful pressure descended from above.
Lu Xiaotian was so terrified he could barely summon the will to resist. There was an immense, overwhelming saber intent; a savage, rugged demonic aura that swept all before it; and a gloomy, ghost-domain chill.
Any one of these forces alone would have left Lu Xiaotian looking up in awe. All three descended together, their powers layered atop one another.
"Venerable Misty really was extraordinary. Just breaking open a cave residence he left behind has taken the three of us so much effort." A gaunt old man, his skin stretched tight over his bones like a ghost, sat astride a Two-Headed Corpse Vulture and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Venerable Misty was a great cultivator whose name shook the entire Blue Demon Sea ten thousand years ago. They say he was only a step away from Spirit Transformation, with a cultivation base that could shake heaven and earth. If the other old monsters found out where Misty Hall was, we'd have a fight on our hands even after getting in. Those Golden Core juniors have already gotten the jump on us. We'd better move quickly. If we don't, and the other old monsters arrive, the few