Xumi Palace.
Outside the great hall, golden light flashed frequently, intertwining with a layer of dark green poison cloud, constantly making "puff puff" sounds. Although it seemed intense, the poison cloud never managed to breach it.
Bai Chuan held the Ten Thousand Poison Gourd, his face as dark as water. He never expected the Golden Aura Restriction outside Xumi Palace to be so formidable. Despite his poison cloud's corrosive power being extremely potent, it couldn't break through.
"Bai Daoist friend, it seems your poison cloud alone can't break this hall's prohibition. How about I lend you a hand?" Ancestral Dragon chuckled and said.
"If you want to help, hurry up. Otherwise, whatever treasures are inside, they won't be ours," Bai Chuan said with some displeasure, seeing him mock for a long time.
Ancestral Dragon grinned and didn't argue, waved his hand, and a golden cone floated in his palm.
