The tunnel began to collapse under the vibrations of the Heaven-Devouring Gu, and falling rocks descended like rain.
Su Jinhuan gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly. The warmth emanating from the blade made her palms tingle, as though this divine artifact were yearning for blood.
Pei Mingyuan cleaved a falling beam blocking their path, then suddenly staggered and dropped to one single knee—the wound on his back had split open during the fierce battle, and dark red blood soaked through his disguised guard's uniform.
Chapter 136