The tremor inside the underground palace grew more and more violent, and the gravel falling overhead came down like a rainstorm. Ye Fan's boot soles crushed a patch of fragmented jade, and the spiritual energy in his Inner World surged like battered waves, sounding an alarm within his Sea of Consciousness.
His peripheral vision swept forward: sparks had burned three scorched holes into Su Qingxue's moon-white gauze robe, yet she still used her back to shield Qín Wǎnshuāng firmly, the hem of her hidden dark-blue Confucian scholar's gown clutched so tightly in her grip that it was wrinkled; Mo Liusu's dark cloak was hooked onto a protruding stone wall, and he was lifting Chǔ Hóngzhuāng onto his shoulder with one hand, the little girl's silver-bell hair ornaments clinking against his collarbone; right at the front, Lin Zhaoyue's Primordial Sword was humming, its sword qi condensing into a translucent barrier that cleaved the incoming stalactites squarely in half.
"Three steps to the left!" Chǔ Hóngzhuāng suddenly shrieked. Before the words had even faded, the blue stone slabs at their feet split apart with a crack, and three poison-laced bronze barbs shot violently upward from the ground. Mo Liusu's pupils constricted sharply, and he spun around abruptly while gripping Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's arm, slamming his back hard against the stone wall. The bronze barbs grazed the tip of Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's ear and embedded themselves deep into the wall, a faint blue toxic mist spreading through …
Chapter 349