"It's simple. Just shatter those ice coffins."
Li Chang'an didn't act himself, continuing to guide Zi Xi instead.
He knew perfectly well that the Netherworld Saint Child was observing the situation.
Soon, a continuous series of RUMBLES rang out. Zi Xi had taken action, shattering the countless ice coffins bobbing in the Blood River.
"AAAAH—"
Inside the ice coffins, the seemingly slumbering Cultivators all let out piercing screams. As the Array was destroyed, they perished along with it, turning into ash.
At that moment, Wu Shuo and the others awoke.
"Strange… I'm sure I had already gone deeper into this place and killed the hidden Demon Cultivators. Why am I back here?"
Wu Shuo was bewildered, the dazed look on his face yet to fully fade.
The dozen or so others were in the same state.
One of them scratched his head. "I remember killing over a dozen Demon Cultivators," he said. "One of them was even a Celestial Pride, second only to the Demon Sect Saint Child."
