After losing ten men in a row, the situation finally changed when they reached the third portal on the left.
Inside the hall beyond the portal.
"…Senior Sister, someone's coming in!"
Ling Changqing's expression flickered as he gave the warning.
The words had barely left his lips when a streak of light flashed, and a dazed-looking, black-robed cultivator appeared in the center of the hall.
He shook his head, apparently still disoriented from the teleportation.
"Meet your end!"
Ling Qiyue let out a sharp cry as a vicious stream of Sword Qi descended like a bolt of silk. With a quick twist, it tore through his protective light barrier and severed both his arms, sending blood flying.
The black-robed cultivator screamed. He instinctively turned to flee, but Ling Changqing finished him off with a Thunder Talisman, leaving him dead on the spot.
Outside the portal.
"Elder, this portal seems different,"
