The ground shook more violently, and Yang Qing and the others had only just emerged from Wheatfield.
Whether because of the tremors or the destruction of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation moments earlier, the Yin-Yang People who should have been standing at the cave entrances now stood in rows like wooden posts.
The shaking beneath their feet grew increasingly pronounced, and dirt began falling steadily from the roofs of the cave dwellings.
Yet what felt utterly eerie was that the vacant expressions on those people's faces only deepened, as though the sudden upheaval had frightened them so badly that they could no longer move a muscle.
Though a flicker of unease crossed his mind, Yang Qing's eyes soon regained their clarity.
These Immortal Thunder People might have been human, but something abnormal had already taken root in their flesh and blood.
Just as Wood had said earlier, they could no longer be regarded as ordinary people.
Even if they could bring them out, they would never be able to leave this Underground Palace.
It was as though these people had been cursed, doomed to spend their entire lives within this little world.
Alive or dead, they would probably never leave again.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou supported Yang Qing between them as they ran out through the passage leading from the cave dwellings, while loose stones began falling from overhead behind them.
They had to get out and reach the far end of the other passage.
The Water-Repelling Garments they had taken off before entering were waiting there.
Though his whole body swayed badly, Yang Qing forced himself to stay upright.
If he collapsed, he would inevitably slow Bu Er and the others' escape.
Fortunately, the passage was short, and before long they had returned to the entrance through which