As Old Devil Qian used his supernatural ability to enter the hall, the ugly woman beside him anxiously transmitted her voice to the Lion-Phoenix Beast:
"Fellow Daoist Shi, hurry and use your supernatural ability to clear away this Polar Yuan Light! We need to get inside before they take the life-bound soul tablet!"
"I know. That life-bound soul tablet is just as vital to my survival. I'll do everything I can." Knowing how urgent the situation was, the Lion-Phoenix Beast sent back this reply, then appeared at the hall entrance in a blur.
Next, the beast opened its enormous, blood-red maw and silently spewed out a golden sound wave. Wherever it passed, every silver thread instantly snapped into tiny segments.
Then the feathered wings on its back flapped fiercely, unleashing a torrent of purple demonic wind that swept away all the silver threads severed by the golden wave.
After several successive sweeps, an "open space" free of silver threads appeared. The beast and the ugly woman immediately darted into it, then slowly made their way deeper into the hall.
"This..." The square-faced cultivator froze, looking thoroughly frustrated. He had no supernatural ability capable of resisting the Polar Yuan Light and dared not venture into the silver threads, so he could only turn to the others.
Of the six or seven black-robed cultivators at the early and middle Nascent Soul stages, some looked indifferent, while others exchanged glances. Clearly, they had no solution either.
"Are we really just going to wait here?" After a while, a fat, broad-faced man in black asked the others unwillingly.
"What else can we do? If you had the ability, you'd have gone inside already!" another man replied bluntly.
"Forget it. We..." The square-faced cultivator had just begun to speak when he suddenly turned his head