Qu Cheng changed his position once more and continued to observe.
What he could not fathom was that Ancestor Gu Liang had maintained a startling silence, at least failing to produce any effective countermeasures. Since he did not move, no one from Shao Changping downward moved either, and the already breached talisman array remained entirely unrepaired, letting chaos spread unbridled through the underground space.
Qu Cheng cursed inwardly at the oddity, concealing himself even deeper.
Since there was little obstruction left, the cultivators who rushed in went straight for their targets.
The person in the direction of Duanmu Senqiu was still a bit too far away, and that fellow who had blasted open the upper strata, under the cover of dust and flying stones, seemed to be waving something resembling a banner, fluttering in the wind amidst the heat waves and turbulent currents. Yet the force was not expanding outward, but rather drawing inward like a giant beast opening its mouth to forage for an opportunity.
In fact, the manipulation of this suction force was extremely precise; the dust and earth were almost completely unaffected, while the target in the center was obviously being pulled.
Qu Cheng let out a chuckle. "The Bag Bandit... Is this a gathering of Void Artifacts?"
This somewhat comical moniker was also quite resounding in the Three Northern Lakes. Right, what was his name again?
This eccentric moniker overshadowed the man's actual name, and for a moment Qu Cheng could not recall it, but he knew that the "Myriad Capture Bag" the evil bandit relied on to make his name was also a Void Artifact. Although there was still a certain gap between it and magical treasures refined with twin wheels, this item possessed a special material and a unique refining method, and when opened