A group of people, each with their own thoughts, entered the mountain cave.
The cave was not only large at the entrance but also very spacious inside. The deeper they went, the colder it became, and the denser the monster qi grew.
Yan Changsheng protected Shen Qinghe behind him, and everyone clearly noticed his possessive protective stance, except Shen Qinghe herself, who, preoccupied with the path ahead, continued onward without distraction.
Before long, they spotted a misty, icy pool surrounded by a thin fog. At first glance, the pool was indeed beautiful, but excessively eerie.
Shen Zhiyao and other trapped cultivators were confined in an iron cage, while a flood dragon about two zhang long was about to throw a cultivator's nascent soul into its mouth.
The nascent soul belonged to a disciple of the Shenwu Sect.
Zhao Xueluo was utterly terrified upon seeing this and drew her sword, charging forward, "Demon, your life is forfeit!"
