Under the Shen Household's rule, beside the rift, dark killing intent rose into the air. Daylight spilled down and dissolved within the great abyss, where the grinding of something enormous rang out.
The crowd waited quietly beside the ravine. Most were Fetal Breath cultivators, with scarcely any at Qi Refining. The Shen Household had suffered grievous losses in the previous battle, losing two cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Only one early-stage Qi Refining cultivator remained in the clan: Shen Baoshi, who now looked dazed.
The Shen Household Head stood beside the sacrificial altar, his face aged and his body exuding an aura of decay. With his aura withdrawn, he looked like an ordinary old man.
A group of people were bound atop the sacrificial altar with Crimson Divine Chains. They were Liu Xiaowen and his companions. All their magical artifacts and spiritual treasures had been confiscated, and the Shen Household's old Foundation Establishment cultivator had immobilized them with a spell.
Liu Xiaowen surveyed his surroundings. The Shen Household cultivators present all had low cultivation, but the Foundation Establishment cultivator before him was truly difficult to deal with. Even nearing the end of his lifespan, he was not someone a group of Qi Refining cultivators could resist.
Moreover, the man's Immortal Foundation could seal and imprison. Back beside the Li River, countless chains formed from crimson light had wound around them at their very first encounter, capturing the entire party.
He's at Foundation Establishment. How can we escape?
Liu Xiaowen's thoughts raced as he silently looked toward the Offering Altar nearby. Two heads and the corpse of a one-legged azure bird rested upon it. The heads belonged to the two eighth-level Qi Refining cultivators from the two sects. They had died gruesomely, their flesh mangled beyond recognition.
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