The instant Nie Li and his companions seized the Death Spirit Divine Spark, the enormous tomb that had stood for countless ages shuddered violently. Massive stones came crashing down, and dust filled the sky.
"Run! The tomb is collapsing!"
No one dared linger. They immediately sprinted toward the exit. Yun Tian waited briefly at the passage entrance with Nie Li and the others. Before long, Lu Piao, Du Ze, and their companions came racing over one after another. The moment they reunited, the gate of light leading to the seventh floor of the Ninefold Deathlands slowly opened.
"All right, everyone's here. Let's go," Yun Tian said calmly.
"Right!"
They filed into the passage, their figures flashing through it as they swept unhindered past the first six floors of the Ninefold Deathlands. In mere moments, the space of the seventh floor appeared beneath their feet.
They were not alone here. Besides Nie Li's group, powerful cultivators from various factions had gathered, their auras mingling and their gazes varied.
"Who knows what damned test we'll get on this floor..." Lu Piao muttered, shrinking his neck.
He had barely finished speaking when a willful, confident voice rang out:
"Whatever the test is, I'll definitely succeed!"
Lu Piao froze. "Who is she? Why's she so arrogant?"
Someone beside him immediately explained in a hushed voice, "You don't even recognize her? That's Huahuo of the Firebird clan! She's vicious!"
"I heard she squeezed a secondary-tier expert to death between her legs last time!"
Lu Piao's face instantly turned deathly pale. He immediately imagined the miserable sight of himself clamped tightly between her legs, unable to move. His feet slipped, and he darted behind Nie Li with a swish, leaving only half his head exposed as he trembled.
Just then, the void quivered slightly. The Netherworld