In the deep, gloomy Main Hall, three figures faced off from a distance. After a few exchanges, the atmosphere grew tense, swords drawn and bows bent.
In a tomb passage to the side, the slender Zou Wu cradled his Steel Trident, studying the man and woman who had suddenly intruded by the dying glow of a campfire. He whispered, "They're about to fight. Senior Sister will hold them off, and we'll support her. Try to finish this quickly. Qixia True Person will very likely come to help-"
Behind him, Zhenshan Kui, wearing a horned helmet, was still squinting at the Formation Diagram, muttering, "Qian three, turn to Li four. Kun two, advance-advance-"
Perhaps this really was a little too much to ask of the bull. Zhenshan Kui finally stuffed the Formation Diagram into his robes and picked up his two giant axes. "Don't worry. With me guarding the pass, even ten Xie Jinhuans couldn't get through. Just don't screw things up yourself."
Zou Wu shook his head inwardly, not even knowing how to mock his stupid junior brother. Seeing the two people in the hall advance at the same time, he wasted no more words and slipped forward with his Steel Trident.
Tap, tap, tap-
Xie Jinhuan strode forward, drawing the Heavenly Gang Mace along the way, his gaze fixed on the cloaked old man ahead. But his ears twitched, detecting others nearby. He was about to unleash thunder to illuminate his surroundings when streams of light appeared throughout the gloomy Main Hall.
Jingle, jingle~~
The cloaked old man, whose pupils resembled the Black Abyss, had already raised both hands as the two moved, shaking the Soul-Summoning Bells on his wrists.
Normally, puppets had no souls and could hardly perform the myriad schools' Curse Techniques. They could only injure enemies