Elder Qin concealed himself behind the walking corpses around him, seemingly afraid someone would leap out from behind and stab him.
He was utterly uncomfortable here. For some reason, he could not use any of his cultivation or divine abilities.
Although his Reverted Elixir body had long surpassed the limits of mortals, being unable to wield any magical power still felt dreadful.
Su Che stood on the other side, observing carefully.
Indeed, Elder Qin could not use his cultivation or divine abilities here, yet Su Che's own Ninth Nether Soul-Burning Yinflame worked normally.
He wondered how things stood with Xue Baizhi.
If this truly was Luofeng City, left behind by the Lord of Mount Tai, then this place had been forgotten countless ages ago.
Perhaps some prohibitions left by the Lord of Mount Tai were still functioning, but things from his era should not have withstood the ravages of endless time. They should have ceased functioning long ago.
So if Xue Baizhi was injured, he needed to see whether she and Shikshananda had also been affected.
Rustling rose from the ranks of walking corpses, and Xue Baizhi's face soon emerged from the darkness. She held a firelighter commonly used by martial artists. This female Reverted Elixir cultivator from Jade Sun Mountain was actually relying on a mundane martial artist's means of illumination.
Her peach-blossom eyes were bloodshot, her rounded cheeks bloodless, and her figure slightly stooped. She held the firelighter in her right hand while carefully pressing her left hand against her lower abdomen.
"Fellow Daoist Xue..."
Looking at Xue Baizhi's haggard figure, Elder Qin did not know what to say for a moment. Guilt weighed heavily on him.
When they had entered this "Luofeng City," they had naturally come with the mindset that a thief never leaves empty-handed, intent