Lin Changsheng touched his toes to the surface of the magnetic sand river, using the lightness of the Magnetic Essence Step to shoot toward the eastern cavern like an arrow loosed from its bow.
The sickly-sweet, bloody scent of the Soul-Extracting Gu was thick enough here to seem tangible. Intertwined with Chang Ping'an's agonized screams, it rushed into his face through the cavern's crevices.
The small caverns along the way were all covered in the shattered remnants of formations.
The broken ends of the Magnetic Crystal Stalactites were charred black, clearly bearing traces left by someone forcibly breaking through the formations.
Deep craters from fighting still remained on the floors of some caverns.
At the bottoms of the craters, magnetic sand had congealed into dark-red clots of blood, giving off a faint demonic aura-it seemed Chang Ping'an had killed who knew how many Magnetic Beasts along the way to seize treasures.
As Lin Changsheng stepped through a cobweb-covered stone archway, several chunks of magnetic rock suddenly fell from overhead;
He summoned the Yin-Yang Magnetic Wheel with a backhand motion. The cold from its yin face instantly froze the broken rocks, and he used the recoil to speed onward.
After passing through the nineteenth small cavern, the space ahead suddenly opened up.
This was a great hall built of jet-black magnetic rock. Dozens of long-extinguished Magnetic Crystal Lamps hung from its ceiling, their bases still bearing scorched marks.
The geomagnetic force inside the hall raged like furious waves, and most of the Essence-Suppressing Runes on the floor had shattered;
Only the runes around the central altar still flickered faintly, enveloping a distorted figure.
"It's Chang Ping'an!"
Hidden in the shadow of a stone pillar behind the hall entrance, Lin Changsheng's pupils abruptly contracted.
Chang Ping'an was kneeling before the altar, his