Rescuing the Emperor Tang (1)

Before long, Shen Luo returned to the vicinity of the altar.

Xie Yuxin lay near the altar. The wound across her chest and abdomen had healed and stopped bleeding, and her breathing had become steady. She had clearly taken a healing Milk Spirit Pill, though she had yet to awaken.

Ge Tianqing was currently controlling the three black iron spikes, conjuring streaks of black spike shadows to attack one of the stone pillars surrounding the altar.

The iron spikes crackled with black Lei coiling around them, and every strike produced a piercing shriek.

The six stone pillars were of unknown construction and incomparably sturdy. Though the three iron spikes had punched a honeycomb of tiny holes into one of them, it showed no sign of collapsing or breaking.

Shen Luo frowned slightly at the sight.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, where is that Red-Handed Perfected Person?" Ge Tianqing asked, stopping his attack when he saw Shen Luo return.

It had been the Red-Handed Perfected Person who had ambushed him and severed his right hand, and Ge Tianqing hated him bitterly.

"Dead," Shen Luo said flatly.

Upon hearing this, Ge Tianqing lowered his eyelids slightly, and much of the chill in his expression faded.

"Who knows how much longer Fellow Daoist Lu can hold off the Jing River Dragon King. Let's break the Restriction here and rescue the Emperor Tang quickly!" Shen Luo did not elaborate on how he had killed the Red-Handed Perfected Person. His gaze turned to the altar as he spoke at once.

The Emperor Tang still lay unconscious atop the altar, but he appeared unharmed, which made Shen Luo relax slightly.

"Good. But be careful while breaking the Restriction. Do not directly touch the Hexagonal Wheel's light barrier," Ge Tianqing said.

"Oh? Why not?" Shen Luo raised a brow.