"Clang, clang, clang..."
In the center of the cavern hall, as the Xiantian old man trio and the Jade-colored Skeleton fought faster and faster, the clashes of their weapons rang out without end.
Moreover, the entire cavern hall began to fill with Xiantian Qi, making all the Houtian Martial Artists watching greedily from the edges gradually unable to endure it. The weaker Houtian Martial Artists in particular could only slowly drag their heavy footsteps away, supporting themselves against the walls beneath the cave ceiling as they half-crawled and half-walked out of the hall.
The pressure here was simply too great for them to continue watching the Xiantian battle. Watching a Xiantian battle could not only deepen their insights but even improve their own strength. Especially if they gained sudden enlightenment, their strength would rise.
Unfortunately, Xiantian battles were rarely seen, and even if they did see one, it was not something their strength could withstand, just like now.
The Houtian Martial Artists in the cavern hall gradually dwindled away. After the last few Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists left, only Chen Mo remained in the shadows.
So even if Chen Mo did not take the battle between the four fellows seriously, he could not stay any longer. Otherwise, drawing the attention of those old men would not be a good thing. But leaving was not an option either, since he still coveted the Medicinal Materials on the stone table.
After looking around, Chen Mo entered the first room in the cavern hall—the storeroom containing books and such—and watched the hall from the doorway. This would not only keep him away from the old men's battle, but also prevent him from attracting their attention.
Then, while watching the battle in the hall, he quietly took out the Soul Can and released