In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen disciples from both the righteous and demonic paths had lost their lives.
Blood flowed thickly at the palace gate, reaching over three feet deep.
However, most of those who died were disciples from smaller sects, lacking strong backgrounds or sufficient strength, thus serving only as cannon fodder.
Ling Chen, Shangguan Qiushui, and Xiao Muyu charged into the main hall together.
The main hall was filled with an incredibly dense white fog. Upon entering, everyone was effectively blind, unable to see or perceive anything; it seemed only the most basic senses of touch and hearing remained.
About a quarter of an hour passed. The palace door behind them suddenly closed with a heavy sound. Then, a minor earthquake seemed to shake the palace's interior. Continuous rumbling sounds echoed, rising and falling. Abruptly, the floor beneath Ling Chen's feet sank, and something vaguely sealed the ground from above.
