Xun Zixian's eyes flickered. He immediately raised his fingers and summoned a beam of white sword light, stabbing toward the writhing blood-patterned White Bone Stele.
A layer of red light surfaced on the White Bone Stele.
The sword light pierced the sinister blood-colored barrier, grinding against it until the blood-red shield fractured inch by inch, then sliced straight onto the face of the White Bone Stele.
A crack split across the stele's surface. Beneath the fissure, flesh squirmed, and a shrill scream sounded.
"Ghost sound?"
Xun Zixian's expression shifted. He hurriedly covered Mo Hua's ears, but Mo Hua's face remained unfazed.
This level of Evil Spirit's voice couldn't shake his resolve or Divine Thought. On the contrary, several nearby Golden Core Elders all frowned, faces uncomfortable, some even nauseated to the point of retching.
Seeing the screams growing ever more piercing, Xun Zixian immediately said, "Everyone, together! Tear this stele apart!"
