The stench from the fissure had already reached their nostrils, and a hint of sweet blood rose in Ye Fan's throat. As he watched the chained, skeletal figure lunge forward, the unfinished words of Mo Liusu still echoed in his ears—what on earth was suppressed within the Ye Family ancestral grounds?
"Watch out!" Su Qingxue's qin music suddenly soared, and her seven strings vibrated to project an emerald-colored barrier that shielded everyone in the center. The skeleton crashed against the barrier, and the impact of the chains against the strings sent sparks flying. Cold sweat seeped from her fingertips, and her nails dug deep into the qin body: "This thing is corroding my poison runes!"
Lin Zhaoyue's Primordial Sword suddenly broke free from its sheath, hovering in mid-air to trace a silver moon trajectory. Her pristine white robes flapped wildly in the resentful Qi, and the corners of her normally cold eyes tinged with a faint red: "The sword hums that it fears fire." Before her voice faded, crimson-gold flames erupted from the tip of the blade—the "Separating Fire Soul-Refining Technique," a secret art of the Cangwu Sword Sect.
Chapter 346