Three hours later.
The massive pit spewing demonic qi was now close at hand.
The overwhelming demonic qi blotted out the sky and covered the earth, surging like a flood breaking through a dam, frantically erupting and eroding everything around it. Millennia-old trees and age-old stubborn stones were not spared, all turning into eerie demonic creatures.
Even without a soul, not living beings, yet even if they were mere stubborn stones, at this moment, they were still deadly to a Golden Core Cultivator.
Fortunately, these things, which were deadly to ordinary Golden Core Cultivators, posed no threat to either Nangong Huan or Gu Qinghe. For them, the true threat was only the surging demonic qi itself.
"Two Fellow Daoists, now it's up to you." Nangong Huan took out the mountain pavilion painting scroll, formed a seal with a hand gesture, and handed it to Gu Qinghe.
