"Boom!"
As rows of the Drought won fell.
Beitiao Qian Naizi was imposing from all sides at this mont.
The eight demonized puppets were recklessly weaving through the Drought won.
Wherever they passed, people were thrown into disarray, reveling in the slaughter.
Seeing her look so pleased with herself, Ning ngyao felt particularly displeased.
"Should I go help?"
"What’s the rush, the real show has just begun, after all, we are just spectators, so let’s just watch the battle, don’t look at her wreaking havoc now, she will soon understand what ’endless’ ans, we don’t need to waste our energy!"
Lin Fan actually sat down cross-legged with a smile.
After all, those Drought won completely ignored their presence.
They rushed forward en masse, completely unafraid of life or death.
"Endless!"
Lin Fan’s words made Ning ngyao notice the Drought won who were knocked down to the ground.
Though they were beaten and hacked, they quickly recovered.
Then they got up and charged toward Beitiao Qian Naizi again.
"What exactly are these creatures?"
Xu Zhi Rou had never seen such beings before.
The tireless Drought won would eventually exhaust Beitiao Qian Naizi to death.
"They must be outstanding won selected by the Drought clan, specially treated to keep their corpses from deforming, just like the thousands of mummies here, who must be the reincarnations of Drought descendants’ experts. When the Drought truly awakens, this will be his first army."
Lin Fan, observing the battle, was slowly piecing together his fragnted mories.
In the past, the conquest of nine corpses took Di Xin ten years to complete.
As for this tribe of Droughts that had long lived in the desert, they resisted for a full three years.
Recalling the countless mummies that erged from the desert, this scene was actually quite minor.
"Then why do these Drought won keep attacking Beitiao Qian Naizi and ignore us?"
Ning ngyao couldn’t help being curious.
"Because she seized a Drought woman’s body, thus she has beco the most powerful Drought woman. So, guess, what would be the severe consequences of such power?"
Lin Fan’s smile carried a whisper of mystery.
Actually, everything had been destined from the mont Beitiao Qian Naizi seized the flesh.
"Outstanding won, of course, are ant to serve the king... So, are they planning to sacrifice Beitiao Qian Naizi to the Drought?"
Xu Zhi Rou was the first to react.
"Correct, so we just wait and see, and this place must be very close to the Tomb of the Drought and is abundant in spiritual energy; so cultivating here is much more efficient than outside. Anyway, she can probably hold on for a while; you both can take this opportunity to recover, as we might face a tough battle ahead."
Lin Fan’s words made the two won realize the rich spiritual energy of this place.
So they sat down cross-legged as he suggested, beginning their cultivation for recovery.
They soon entered the Selfless Realm, while Lin Fan occasionally gave them so pointers from the side.
"That’s about enough, ti to get up."
It was unknown how much ti had passed when Lin Fan’s call finally made the two won open their eyes.
At this mont, they felt neither fatigue nor hunger.
That feeling of fullness truly seed to relax them a lot.
"She only lasted that long? No way!"
Ning ngyao looked at the distant Beitiao Qian Naizi, who was now frantically retrieving her eight puppets.
All lined up in a row, resisting the relentless attacks.
"What do you an ’that long’? At least a day and a night have passed; indeed, it’s quite impressive that she managed to hold on until now."
Lin Fan’s words took the two won by surprise.
In their perception, it was just a few minutes.
"This is a sign of abundant spirit energy, otherwise why do you think those masters close themselves off for decades? So even for thirty to fifty years. In fact, their bodies enter a state akin to suspended animation, hence the slowdown in heartbeat and breathing, while their Divine Sense also enters the Selfless Realm. This state not only accelerates their cultivation but also makes ti pass faster. For those people, thirty to fifty years are nothing more than a fleeting dream," he explained.
Lin Fan’s explanation made Ning ngyao’s eyes shine even brighter.
Indeed, everything was as she had anticipated.
"Then, if one were inside a Spirit Gathering Array, wouldn’t they be able to sleep for a thousand years?"
Xu Zhi Rou couldn’t help but mutter.
"Indeed, though when secluded inside, one turns a deaf ear to the outside world, the people outside are very much alive. Many go in at a young age, and by the ti they erge, their grandchildren have already grown old. This is the suffering that cultivators must endure."
Before Lin Fan’s words had settled, a sudden boom resounded from a puppet in the distance.
The eight monsterized puppets crumbled into pieces in an instant, without any force to sustain them.
Also affected was Beiqiao Qiannaizi, who lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.
Her pale face was filled with helpless terror in her eyes.
"The show has started!"
After the Drought female captured her, she lifted her above her head.
They then fell into formation and started walking toward the cave that had appeared earlier.
"What are you... going to do to ... kill ... just kill ..."
The weak Beitiao Qian Naizi shouted these last few words in the direction of Lin Fan, who was far away.
She felt imnse terror towards this unknown journey.
"Don’t be so eager to die; without you, how can I find the Drought Tomb?"
Lin Fan said with a smile as he stood up and took the hands of the two won, following behind the group.
Following the Drought females, they entered the torch-lit passage.
They walked down the stairway, and in these branching passages, others would have quickly beco lost.
But with these people leading, Lin Fan had no need to distinguish left from right; following was enough.
Finally, after passing through the lengthy passage, a bright light ahead made the trio rejoice.
However, the mont they stepped out of the tunnel, they were all stunned.
"Damn, what place is this!"
In the vast underground palace before them, countless stone pillars were everywhere, with magma rolling beneath them.
Iron chains linked the pillars.
The Drought females moved forward, carrying Beitiao Qian Naizi toward the front.
In the center area of these pillars, a beam of light shot skyward.
Dancing on a huge stone platform below it.
In the central area of the platform, a coffin stood erect.
The reason it is said to stand is because the coffin was not lying flat on the ground.
Instead, it stood boldly there.
The stone coffin must contain the actual Drought corpse.
"Such abundant spirit energy; this Spirit Gathering Array truly is a fine thing!"
Ning ngyao looked enviously at the majestic scene before her, the richness of Heavenly Essence and Earthly Treasure far surpassing that of the outside world.
"Fine things are fine things, but it looks like we really are in trouble now," Lin Fan said, gazing solemnly at the huge stone coffin.
From the mont he entered, he had sensed a familiar presence.
The Drought corpse was indeed inside and had already beco very powerful.
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