Inside the underground cavern beneath Qingqiu Mountain, You Su Strategist worked all ten fingers, activating the silver disc magic treasure before her. A vast silver magic formation enveloped the Qingqiu Fox Clan members whose conditions had stabilized, continuously teleporting them out.
Within just a few breaths, every member of Tu Shan Xue's faction had been sent away. Only Tu Shan Xue herself remained.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and a mass of black light lingered between her brows. She lay unconscious, but her aura had stabilized.
"My Nightmare Art can barely suppress her divine soul any longer. Send her away at once!" Three gray-robed figures stood on the other side of the silver disc magic treasure, and the gray-robed elder in the middle barked in a low voice.
As his words fell, he formed a hand seal. A mass of black light flickered at his fingertips, resonating from afar with the black light between Tu Shan Xue's brows.
You Su Strategist said nothing. She formed a seal and directed the silver disc hovering in midair. A beam of silver light shot down, enveloping Tu Shan Xue's body.
Tu Shan Xue's figure flickered and vanished, appearing at the Ancestor Spirit Altar atop Qingqiu Mountain, seated cross-legged before the Ancestral Spirit Statue.
The black light between her brows flashed and dissipated. Her eyelids trembled a few times, then slowly opened.
Inside the palace, Shen Luo and his two companions were startled by the sudden changes around them and remained motionless for a moment.
A nearby half-fox monster noticed the three of them and immediately lunged over.
But this half-fox monster was far weaker than the previous one, its cultivation only at the great vehicle stage. Bai Xiaotian summoned the Dotting the Eyes of the Painted Dragon Fan and gave it a