The restrictions on the Main Hall had already weathered more than one assault from the cultivators. Though they had yet to disperse, they could barely hold on.
Seeing this, Chen Heng made no elaborate movements, merely pointing with two fingers held together.
Three hundred and sixty-five drops of Yin-Eroding Red Water became a river of blood without head or tail, staining the surrounding miles red. Its thick, rank, savage aura spread without end, and it shuddered in midair with a rushing roar.
Without the slightest hesitation, it rammed straight into the Palace's Eighth Layer!
That collision.
An ear-piercing crash instantly erupted through the cavernous Underground Palace!
Like a silver vase suddenly shattering, specks of watery radiance sprayed out, stripping away layer after layer of the Palace's spiritual light!
In a mere instant.
The already dim radiance weakened considerably.
And after that strike.
The river of blood did not pause, continuing its assault through the air.
It struck with howling gusts, making the beams, pillars, bricks, and tiles rattle!
"..."
Zhao Tong lowered his eyelids, seemingly unwilling to watch. His hands, hidden inside his sleeves, unconsciously clenched into fists. He truly could not reconcile himself to this.
Within this Main Hall, the higher the floor, the more precious its contents seemed to be.
The seventh floor alone had held the Great Purification True Art practiced by the Huo Xia Patriarch, along with many notes and Daoist texts on the Side-Door Immortal Dao.
Out in the outside world.
Every one of them would have been a fortune that made others' eyes burn with envy!
There was no need to say how precious the opportunity on the eighth floor would be.
Having to watch himself hand that opportunity to someone else.
Naturally, Zhao Tong could not accept it.
But Chen Heng now bore