"Heh heh heh, Third Prince, judging by the looks of it, these six members of the Heaven Hall won't be able to hold on much longer." Within a rather gloomy mountain forest, the surroundings were completely surrounded by a pitch-black mass of Qi, yet an open space appeared right in the middle of it.
In the center of the clearing, which covered an area of roughly a hundred meters, lay a dry well. The dry well sank into the ground, and its protruding wellhead appeared square-shaped. Along the edge of the wellhead, a trace of obscure, mysterious runes slowly squirmed, and beneath that movement, it seemed to suppress something that was eager to move.
Aside from that, streams of Ghost Qi surged from the wellhead. The Ghost Qi seemed pitch-black to the extreme, exceptionally gloomy and eerie. At that moment, six figures sat cross-legged around the dry well, fingers linked heart-to-heart, tightly surrounding it.
The dazzling radiance on the six of them formed a bizarre array, closely guarding the dry well. However, all six of them bore varying degrees of wounds, and their auras were somewhat withered, obviously injured to different extents.
"What I want isn't them not being able to hold on much longer."
"These seven must die; otherwise, if they are left unattended like this and the Burning Incense Pavilion produces another Yin Fu Tong in the future, it will spell disaster for our Xuan Ling Imperial Family," Third Prince Xuan Mu said with a solemn expression.
Xuan Mu still had a vivid memory of Yin Fu Tong. He refused to let the Burning Incense Pavilion produce another genius like that. Last time, it consumed almost the majority of the Xuan Ling Imperial Family's strength to barely eliminate Yin Fu Tong. Although this matter still kept the people