At the transparent blades shooting toward them, the five were struck with horror.
Divine sense attack!
The five hurriedly drew together, each summoning a soul-defense artifact as they joined forces to defend themselves.
In an instant, spiritual lights of every color flared up, shielding the five within.
Yet those transparent blades easily tore through the spiritual light and plunged into the five men's brows.
The five immediately collapsed to the ground, their bodies twitching without cease.
Heng Ziping suffered the worst. The others could still occasionally let out low cries of agony, but he did not utter a word. After his body convulsed a few times, he went still.
The five had suffered grievous damage to their souls, and their attacks naturally fell silent.
A figure suddenly shot out of the deep pit.
At this moment, apart from its head, the corpse had not a shred of rotting flesh left anywhere on its body, only a pitch-black skeleton.
Its head had escaped harm because it had shielded it with its hands, clearly afraid that the soul hidden within would be affected.
It stood in midair, its scarlet eyes brimming with hysterical madness.
As its gaze shifted, it suddenly caught sight of a figure flashing past the wall on the left side of the tomb chamber.
"Little brat, I'll devour your soul!"
With an angry roar, the corpse hurtled toward the left side of the tomb chamber.
Song Wen was delighted to see Jian Xiao and the other four seriously wounded. But when he saw that the corpse had abandoned the severely injured five and was charging toward him instead, his heart tightened. Spotting a doorway nearby, he flashed toward it.
Beyond the doorway was a side chamber less than a hundred zhang wide. A stone table stood inside, and atop