Great Black Heaven Ri Jialuo, who was releasing smoke, was both shocked and furious. He had been concentrating fully on studying the ultimate move on the rotating stone pillar, making gratifying progress.
He had never expected someone to pull this on him when he was only halfway through.
Three powerful, razor-sharp martial intents assailed him from different directions.
They acted in unison, all brimming with killing intent.
Almost instinctively, Ri Jialuo opened the Divine Smoke Gourd at his waist and released as much of its smoke as he could. At the same time, he used the arts of impermanence and heaven-covering to conceal himself and his subordinates.
He realized that if he did not do so, he would very likely die here.
The question was, what exactly were these people trying to do?
Ri Jialuo soon learned the answer.
Just as his black fog spread over more than half the Seventh-Level Stone Hall, he heard two thunderous crashes erupt from the center of the hall.
Waves of astonishing cold instantly swept over from that direction, freezing all the airborne moisture into ice particles.
The immense pressure of martial intent made Ri Jialuo instinctively draw in his divine sense.
Clearly, someone wanted to fish in troubled waters and use the chaos to attack City-Toppling Sword Wen Zhuyi!
These people were simply insane!
They had only just reached the seventh level and had yet to see the entirety of the ultimate move, Wind's Exhausted Remnant Trace. Why fight now?
Could they not wait until they finished studying it before fighting to the death?
Near Ri Jialuo, Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Hu Xinmei also cursed inwardly, "Rotten luck," while releasing beguiling smoke with all her might.
What utterly rotten luck!
Her group had already been relatively slow in studying the ultimate moves and had