Everyone saw Yun Huanling standing in the center of the fourth level, his eyes lightly closed, his hands forming hand seals without pause.
The eight wooden tokens around him flickered in time with his movements.
Su Jiu and the others stood around Yun Huanling, guarding him. Every vengeful soul that tried to approach him fell beneath Su Jiu's sword.
Su Jiu's gaze was fierce and edged with coldness. As though responding to her emotions, the Frostbound Purple Ultimate Sword radiated an intensely cold aura.
Qian Xin and the Water Moon School disciples with him naturally witnessed this as well.
One of his lackeys whispered, "These people are our targets for this mission anyway. Why not take this opportunity to..."
Before he could finish, his leader fixed him with a cold stare. "If we get rid of them, will you lead us out?"
The man's expression stiffened, and he shrank back into the group. Still, quite a few Water Moon School disciples wondered: Qian Xin was their leader, after all. Did even he lack the right to enter and leave this place freely?
As time passed, the light flowing over the wooden tokens in front of the eight mirrors moved faster and faster.
Su Jiu could feel the formation loosening, but she did not relax her vigilance in the slightest. After all, no one knew whether something unexpected might happen again.
Chu Luohen's expression remained impassive. He seemed indifferent to everyone and everything around him, yet everything happening here was within his grasp. His awareness covered every corner, including the movement of the mirrors.
Lan Fang Ziyi had also grown much more serious than before.
A faint, fragmented hum sounded. At first, everyone thought they were imagining it, but as the humming grew louder, the ground began to shake along with