Song Shuhang had been in the Sixth-Grade Realm... Hmm, he was in the Seventh-Grade Realm now.
The destructive power unleashed by the Merit Light of the Seventh-Grade Realm was actually comparable to that of this Ninth-Grade magical artifact?
This wasn't cultivation!
Besides, wasn't Merit Light mainly about "protection and defense"? Where had this explosive offensive power come from? Wasn't it stealing someone else's rice bowl?
The more Stone Stele Fellow thought about it, the more guilty he felt.
Forget it, forget it. He would put this matter aside for now.
What mattered now was suppressing the "fiend" in the void first. Although it had been smashed into mist by Merit Snake Beauty's charge, this fiend still hadn't died completely.
Now that Song Shuhang and the others had regained consciousness, it could finally make its move and suppress the fiend.
Just as Stone Stele Fellow was preparing to act, Senior White's figure emerged from the grave pit again.
"I'll do it. You finish your own proper work." Senior White smiled.
He was still holding a Wooden Body in his hand.
"My proper work?" Stone Stele Fellow was stunned at first. A moment later, it understood.
Its proper work now was, of course—Tyrant Song's tombstone!
In other words, Tyrant Song in the grave pit was about to die?
If that was the case, then it truly couldn't leave its post.
After all, this was the new mission the Black-and-White Master of Nine Netherworld had left it.
Thus, Stone Stele Fellow obediently stood upright.
Senior White reached out and patted the Wooden Body. "Wooden Body, can you shrink by one section?"
"The Wooden Body has no intelligence. It only possesses some instincts." Stone Stele Fellow reminded him—if it had intelligence, it too would have been sent into the past by that "Time Reversal