From when Martial Guo Liangchen started to when Zhang Yan, the civil representative, reached a hundred feet from Master Chenghuang, the time span was just a breath. Yet, the battle within these two layers of the prison was heating up to its peak. Numerous aftershocks of the gale scattered, swirling back and forth in this subterranean space, sweeping and striking.
Li Xuan was hiding behind Xue Yunrou, his hands covered in cold sweat.
He watched with his own eyes the spirit barrier of the 'Umbrella of Yin Yuan' unfold and within the shortest time, it got bombarded to the thinness of a cicada's wing by the techniques of those Taoists. Xue Yunrou's face turned pale and lost color.
