Even with things having reached this point, they were still hiding. The old woman surnamed He let out peals of cold, sinister laughter at the seemingly empty room.
Then she began backing out of the room.
Since she did not know the artifact's exact location, she no longer needed to find it. She would simply strike the entire room with a sweeping attack and see where they could hide.
Hearing her sinister laughter and watching her retreat step by step, Jia Fugui and Donglin Tingyue felt their hearts plunge into a bottomless abyss.
They had already understood her intention and knew what awaited them next.
The handsome half of Donglin Tingyue's face exposed beneath his mask grew even paler.
A Spirit Transformation cultivator had locked onto them, and he no longer held out any hope for what would follow.
Although he had already guessed that he would die today, now that the moment had truly arrived, he deeply understood how the people in the other rooms had felt earlier.
Donglin Tingyue bit his lip hard, but at the same time, he began gathering his magical power.
Jia Fugui's fat trembled all over, but a vicious gleam flashed through his eyes. Of course he was unwilling to die here like this.
"Damn it, let's see who dies first!"
He turned his hand over, and a fist-sized golden melon appeared before him.
At the same moment, Jia Fugui was already rapidly chanting an incantation.
"Strike!"
He pointed a finger, and the golden melon flashed away like a meteor chasing the moon, hurtling toward the old woman before she could fully leave the room.
Although Donglin Tingyue was afraid, his reactions were not slow. He suddenly saw Jia Fugui, his fat trembling, recklessly unleash an artifact straight at the old woman.
His own