Chapter 1399 - Senior Brother
The two black-clad figures shot forward like arrows and closed in on the triangular building. They quickly swept their gazes over the area until they located a hidden mechanism. The instant they pressed it, the triangular structure split open along its seams, exposing a bottomless, yawning hole beneath it.
"The Tata Prison?" Liu Wuxie narrowed his eyes at the sight, though uncertainty lingered in his mind. He doubted these three had risked sneaking here just for treasure; most likely, they were also searching for the imprisoned cultivators.
A low hum rolled through the surroundings the moment the triangular building opened. In the next heartbeat, countless flames flared to life in the darkness as members of the loulan race flooded in from every direction. Over a hundred Blackwind Beasts also shot out, surging straight toward the three black-clad figures.
"This is a trap! We fell for it!" The two who had been about to leap into the hole halted abruptly, bracing themselves for the oncoming assault.
"Fall back!" the leader bellowed, moving to guard the rear as he covered their retreat.
All three shot into the sky, fully exposing their silhouettes, yet even that was safer than remaining surrounded on the ground.
With a thunderous boom, a colossal palm descended from above. The three were swatted out of the air and slammed back down onto the street before they could gain height. The power behind that strike was monstrous, carrying force on par with an Earth Immortal Realm expert.
The three black-clad figures possessed terrifying cultivation, all at the Quasi-Earth Immortal Realm, yet even they failed to withstand that blow.
By the time they crashed back onto the ground, the attacks from the encircling loulan race had already reached them. The Blackwind Beasts were the first to unleash their offensive, sending a tidal wave of soul energy crashing down that battered the trio's primordial spirits.
The leader drew a longsword in one smooth motion and slashed upward at the sky, cutting down several charging Blackwind Beasts in a single swing. However, the other two black-clad figures, whose cultivation was slightly lower, felt a rending agony tear through their soul seas. They could barely muster the strength to guard themselves, let alone mount a proper counterattack.
The instant the leader displayed his sword art, Liu Wuxie's pupils suddenly contracted.
"That's one of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's ten supreme arts, the Divine Nine Yang Sword!" he exclaimed.