The group continued forward, deliberately picking up the pace as they cleared away and killed the rotting corpses.
Before long, a spacious hall chamber appeared ahead, and the number of rotting corpses seemed to plummet all at once. As though they had glimpsed the light of dawn, everyone charged inside without hesitation.
Just then, however, Yang Xia suddenly heard a startled cry behind him.
He turned to see a bloody tentacle reaching out from somewhere, clutching Shui Lingyue's arm and refusing to let go.
"Let her go!"
Yang Xia flew into a rage and wheeled around. The Blazing Mountain Tiger beneath him seemed to sense his intent, unleashing a Gale-Breaking Strike amid a roaring tempest.
The tentacle snapped off at once and fell to the ground, writhing like a python.
The sight of that tentacle, like something from a deep-sea octopus yet drenched in blood and spraying crimson fluid, sent a chill of revulsion through Yang Xia. No longer caring about the propriety of physical contact between men and women, he hurriedly grabbed Shui Lingyue's arm.
"Come here!"
He had long since realized that although Miss Shui possessed late-stage human rank cultivation higher than his own, her actual strength fell far short of his.
At the very least, her reactions in a life-or-death crisis were truly lacking.
Shui Lingyue's beautiful face paled with fright, and she clung tightly to Yang Xia-a natural response, given that she had already secretly pledged her heart to him.
Yang Xia had no mind to savor it and prepared to flee.
But just then, another unexpected turn arose.
This time, it was not one of the demons or monsters in the underground palace, but Yang Zhengxiong.
He reached out and seized Yang Xia's shoulder, snarling, "Boy, don't push your luck!"
Yang Xia snapped, "Are you