Black Arm

"What is happening?"

Standing beside the Essence Well, the Nascent Soul Cultivators were also struck with shock.

The entire plaza heaved up and down like rolling waves, yet the area around the Essence Well remained perfectly stable, an utterly surreal sight.

"This place is no longer safe, move quickly!"

The great monk Yuanjue shouted in a low voice.

However, before he could activate his teleportation divine ability, a terrifying fluctuation suddenly erupted from the depths of the Essence Well, followed by a powerful blast that swept across the area.

The Essence Well had exploded!

At that moment, the defensive treasures on the Nascent Soul Cultivators from the various major factions lit up. Those with quick reflexes activated their teleportation divine abilities and fled in time.

But others were a step too slow, blasted into nothingness by the Essence Well.

In a mere instant, over a dozen more Nascent Soul Cultivators had perished.

Chen Changming, who was positioned at the entrance of the Underground Palace, saw the situation turn dire and dove back into the palace, perfectly evading the shockwave generated by the Essence Well's explosion.

After the explosion, the fluctuations in the plaza vanished.

Yet, the plaza remained frozen in its undulating state, like solidified waves, as wisps of black smoke slowly rose from the direction of the Essence Well.

"Terrifying."

In a certain part of the Ancient City, True Person Skull Ghost suddenly appeared, looking toward the plaza with lingering fear.

He was still clutching Black Charm Immortal in his hand.

At the critical moment, he had not abandoned the woman, choosing instead to bring her along.

Because the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the major factions had been rushing out, he and Black Charm Immortal, aware of their own meager cultivation, had hurried to the edge of the plaza.