Xu Yuan cracked a faint smile and uttered three words:
"Jiatiange..."
"Ji... Jiatiange?"
"Boom—"
After a trembling murmur, the cave began to vibrate, and amidst the earthquaking tumult, countless dark shadows gently swayed within the blood mist. The woman's voice in the blood mist was no longer cold and stunning but thick with hysteria:
"Ten thousand years! You've imprisoned me here for ten thousand years! Studied my body, dissected my soul, and now you dare to break into the Underground Palace with such meager cultivation. I will not transform you—you will be imprisoned by me..."
"So, you want to get out?"
"....."
The frenzied voice of the woman abruptly ceased, and the shaking of the cave stopped as well.
After a pause of several breaths, the woman's voice regained its calmness, with a hint of puzzlement:
"Get out?"
Xu Yuan sighed and, right before the eyes of this strange ghost, connected his will-spirit to the four boxes of Source Crystal Bombs, replying:
