The blood mist churned, and a woman's clear laughter rang out from within. It lasted only a moment before abruptly turning into muffled sobs.
Before a few breaths had passed, it became miserable pleading, followed by resentful curses...
For a time, laughter, sobbing, pleading, and cursing intertwined and echoed through this underground space spanning a thousand zhang.
This time, though the voices rang out, they released not the slightest soundwave.
Yet every sound that entered their ears, whether steeped in utmost sorrow or utmost joy, contained emotions taken to the extreme.
Each cry stirred the feelings buried deep within their hearts, causing ripples to rise in their states of mind.
However, having learned their lesson from the earlier assault of demonic music, they all guarded their minds closely now.
Though their emotions fluctuated slightly, none of them lost control.
They merely stared at the Evil Blade, now standing ready for battle, their eyes filled with astonishment and suspicion.
They could not understand what sort of change had occurred to the Evil Blade.
As everyone was bewildered, nine graceful female figures burst from the blood mist.
The nine figures wore nothing at all. Their expressions varied, but without exception, each seemed to possess some indescribable magic.
The instant they appeared, they firmly captured the eyes of everyone present, leaving them unable to look away.
Even Su Shi'er, despite his exceptional cultivation realm, was no exception at this moment.
His heart was clearly calm, like still water, yet his gaze involuntarily moved along with the nine women before him.
The nine figures twisted their seductive bodies and floated directly toward the group.
Ren Lingrong's voice rang out at that moment.
"Everyone, be careful. These figures seem rather strange!"
As a female cultivator, when facing the nine women before them, her restraint instead