These elders were obviously top experts from the Monk Soldier Hall or Yin Yang Hall during their lifetime, refined with some secret technique into "living corpses" guarding the entrance.
Wang Daoxuan held the Turtle Shell Compass, its needle trembling madly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He continually chanted the Clear Heart Spell, maintaining the magic platform against the crushing invisible pressure.
Suddenly!
Without any warning, the terrifying presences that had firmly locked onto them came to an abrupt halt, then retreated like a tidal wave!
Everyone looked at each other, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
"What happened?"
Sha Lifei lowered his voice, his sharp gaze sweeping the ruins.
Wang Daoxuan's expression changed dramatically as he suddenly looked up towards the center of the Monk Soldier Hall ruins. That direction of the bottomless giant pit!
The needle of the Turtle Shell Compass no longer trembled but spun wildly instead.
"It's done!"
