Li Xiaoya felt as though he was trapped in boundless darkness. He struggled to roar and scream, yet could not make a sound. He tried to move a finger, but seemed unable to use his physical body. He tried to summon his divine sense, only to discover that he could not even find it, much less use it. It was as if his soul had suddenly been completely separated from his flesh, leaving him with no purchase on any part of his body. Naturally, he could neither hear nor see anything, as though his soul had been locked inside a pitch-black hollow...
Meanwhile.
"Master! What do you want these two outside cultivators for?" the Three-Headed Charging Bull Beast asked curiously as he carried Li Xiaoya and Xi Lanruyu, swiftly following the White-Mist Figure.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't!" the White-Mist Figure snapped coldly without looking back. As he sped forward, the vast white mist on either side writhed violently, parting on its own to open a path...
"...!" At those words, the Three-Headed Charging Bull Beast dared not ask any more questions. He did not even dare think too much about it. After all, the White-Mist Figure had placed a blood restriction on him...
At that moment!
Underground, somewhere an unknown distance away!
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" The One-Horned Tiger-Lion Beast panted heavily. His enormous body had shrunk to only several dozen feet across. He was crimson all over, white steam hissing from his flesh, with numerous scorched bloodstains covering him. Had he not seized his chance and used his innate earth cultivation method to burrow away while Li Xiaoya kept the Three-Headed Charging Bull Beast occupied, he would probably have lost his life. He could tell that, although Li Xiaoya also possessed a Heaven-Opening Treasure, his cultivation was far