The Bronze Bell Forest rose from the earth like a jagged mountain range, the coiling dragon patterns on the bells devouring the pale moonlight. As Su Jiuli’s lingering embers swept across a bell’s crown, the Netherworld Decree Mark peeling from her wrist seeped into the bronze surface like ink, etching out the long-lost "Soul-Eroding Law" of the Wu Clan. When the toll of the bell echoed, three hundred bronze masks erupted from the tectonic fissures—yet hanging from the cracks in the faceplates were not silk tassels, but the withered, drained tendons of Heavenly Fox elders!
"Sister... you have actually triggered the Netherworld Bell..."
Lu Xiaopang’s phantom seeped out from the masks, his withered fingers striking the bell’s tongue. The sound waves shattered three masks, the debris coalescing into a swarm of serpents—their eyes reflecting a harrowing scene of Lin Xuan suspended by iron chains deep within the forest. The Twelve Wu Shamans were striking his crown with bronze chisels; with every blow, soul-blood encased in Star Sand was forced out, the droplets falling to the ground to form the array map of an armillary sphere.
Chapter 170