Tang Jia took out a metal disc, densely engraved with complex and abstruse patterns.
She threw it forcefully, and the disc hung in mid-air, slowly rotating and emitting bursts of golden light.
The golden light blocked the path, preventing those ghost spirits from taking even one step further.
The same was true for Gao Xiang, disguised as an Iron Corpse.
Having received the inheritance of the Yin Puppet Sect, he had already felt the strength of the Nine States cultivators; however, the Yin Puppet Sect was, after all, a minor sect on the fringe. Now, facing the Xuanyang Sect, he realized even more how terrifying the inheritance of the Nine States could be. He felt even more fortunate that the other side was overly confident; otherwise, if they had used this object to block the path and then sent out a message, both he and Lu Mingshu would have had no chance of breaking through the exit!
