Chapter 1105: The Familiar Altar, the Familiar Fairy!
Carson Flores landed behind a boulder, setting down Lilly Compton. With his palms pressed together, he cast a Death Imprint onto her body and nonchalantly took out the Cicada’s Mantle, draping it over her.
"Stay down here, and no matter what, don’t move!"
Lilly obediently lay in the underbrush and nodded compliantly. "Brother Chen, be careful."
Carson stepped forward, his figure hurtling toward the Sect Main Hall.
He figured that there must be something inside the Sect Main Hall, perhaps that very thing had created these soul-like Primordial Spirits, or maybe they were the guardians of that artifact.
An Immortal cutting down the Sky with a single sword?
Guardians within the Sect Main Hall?
Carson immediately thought of the Immortal Slaves from the Valley of Death and the ghostly soldiers from the Ancestral Demon Tomb. They were all guardians, safeguarding something of utmost importance.
A daring hypothesis surged in Carson’s heart—could it be that inside there lay Cristopher Hopkins Immortal’s body?
Soul-like Primordial Spirits akin to Evil Ghosts were frenetically slaughtering fleeing Cultivators all around. Even though Carson wanted to save them, he was helpless; he resolved instead to strike at what was essential to save.
Ground Shrinking Technique!