687 Spirit Paste and Turning Hostile

Riding a violent current of air, Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger turned into two streaks of light and entered the great rift alongside Qingqiu Li. Wang Rong and several dozen Nascent Soul Cultivators followed after them in the chaotic gale.

However, when their group saw other cultivator parties rushing over from afar, they almost tacitly agreed to lay down several powerful trigger-type talismans and restrictive spells at the entrance behind them.

These measures would hardly inflict much damage on the strongest cultivator parties, but it would still be good enough if they could hinder the approaching groups for a while.

As long as the cultivator parties in front were delayed, they would collide with the groups coming from behind and fight until the sky darkened and the earth dimmed, buying them plenty of time to obtain the spirit ointment.

After discovering the Abyssal Strange Beast, these Nascent Soul Cultivator parties were no longer keeping out of one another's way. They had entered a life-or-death struggle.

The spirit ointment of an Abyssal Strange Beast was an essential item for Spirit Transformation cultivators. Such a heavenly treasure was exceedingly rare; even an Abyssal Strange Beast Grand Lord produced only a few portions, nowhere near enough to divide among so many Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Ye Qin heard the successive booms and fluctuations of spiritual power coming from behind him, but he did not look back.

They had already entered the body of this Abyssal Strange Beast, yet the fighting between the Nascent Soul Cultivator parties had failed to awaken this incomparably massive fifteenth-tier Magic Beast Grand Lord.

Ye Qin swept his gaze over the surroundings, rather taken aback.

The scene inside this colossal beast's belly was completely beyond anything he had imagined.

The place where Ye Qin stood resembled a vast, empty mountain-cavern