Trap

When Lu Chen saw Shen Luo speak, he said no more and immediately activated his incantation again. The two quickly returned behind the ruined wall.

"How was it?" Zhou Meng stepped forward and asked.

"The ghosts outside are only at the Qi Refining Stage. There are no ghosts inside the factory, only two Fasting Stage cultivators holding the fort. Fellow Daoists Zhou and Zhao, come inside with me. The rest of you deal with those ghosts outside," Shen Luo said, then gave his orders.

"Alright," everyone answered.

"Remember, the main objective of this mission is to destroy the gunpowder. Capture those two cultivators alive if possible. Once it is done, do not linger in battle. Return immediately," Shen Luo reminded them.

Everyone nodded silently.

"Move."

At Shen Luo's command, eleven figures leaped over the wall in unison and charged straight toward the firecracker factory.

Sensing the aura of living souls, the ghosts also rushed toward them.

Shen Luo raced ahead of the group. With a wave of his hand, the Pure Yang Sword Embryo shot out with a swoosh, tearing through the ghosts and piercing straight through seven or eight of them.

His figure flashed past them and swept directly over the outer wall of the firecracker factory.

Golden light radiated from Zhou Meng's entire body, making him look as though he wore a suit of golden armor. He crashed into the factory alongside Shen Luo.

Though Zhao Tingsheng looked like a stooped old man, he moved with the nimbleness of an ape. He too leaped over the high wall and dropped inside.

Boom!

The moment Shen Luo landed, he dashed toward a building in the courtyard. With a raised hand, he sent a yellow, mountain-shaped seal flying into the air, where it lit up with a swath of yellow