Xiao Yi Xian raised her hand, and a surge of silver spatial power enveloped the three of them tightly.
Isolated by that spatial power, the Yin-Cold Astral Wind immediately weakened considerably.
After all, she was a late-stage Half-Saint, and her control over spatial power had already reached an extraordinarily refined level.
Qing Lin was held around the waist by Liu Bai with one arm. The three of them leaped forward and plunged into the endless darkness.
The abyss was extremely deep.
Endless darkness surrounded them, with only the howling Yin-Cold Astral Wind continuously battering their protective barriers.
Liu Bai's Heavenly Flames collided with the cold yin energy, producing hissing sounds as white mist rose through the darkness.
The moment that mist appeared, it was scattered by the astral wind and vanished without a trace.
Xiao Yi Xian's spatial power formed a transparent bubble that enveloped the three of them.
The astral wind, which could freeze an ordinary Dou Venerate into an ice sculpture, only created faint ripples when it struck the bubble.
"The Nine Nether Yellow Springs are even deeper than I imagined."
Liu Bai frowned.
They had already been descending for nearly ten minutes, yet they still could not see the bottom.
The darkness around them seemed endless. Only the increasingly dense cold yin energy indicated that they were approaching the depths of the earth.
Qing Lin nervously clutched Liu Bai's sleeve, her little face filled with unease.
She could sense that something extremely terrifying seemed to be hidden within the darkness around them.
Those things carried cold, sinister auras that made her instinctively uneasy.
"Young Master, there seems to be something below..."
She spoke softly, her jade-green eyes warily sweeping their surroundings.
Liu Bai nodded. He could sense it too.
The Nine Nether Yellow Springs were not completely