The morning mist was torn apart by true essence. When Moyunzi brought Ye Fan and Lin Zhaoyue leaping up the cliff, his robes were still damp with the dew from the wooden hut. Pressing his palms against their backs, he channeled true essence while speaking in a hurried tone: "The Nether Palace's Soul-Reaping Banner can lock onto Yin Veins. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that you stirred up while crossing the demonic beast's territory just now has allowed them to track us by our energy traces."
The dull thud of the demonic beast slamming against the rock was still ringing in Ye Fan's ears. The way that creature had used its flesh and blood to block the cave entrance was so much like the loyal fighters he had seen on the battlefield in his past life—clearly terrified, yet determined to spend their very last breath forging a shield. Lowering his gaze to the back of his hand, he could still feel the texture of the beast's fur, warm and carrying a slight, rough graininess.
"We have arrived." Moyunzi abruptly stopped channeling his energy. The three of them landed on a stone ridge at the exit of the valley. With the morning mist mostly dissipated, ten dark figures could be seen standing on the gravel path below. They were dressed in dark martial attire embroidered with golden-threaded ghost faces, with bronze bells hanging at their waists that emitted a faint "tinkling" sound whenever the wind blew—these were the Soul-Calling Bells unique to the Nether Palace.
Chapter 381