Si Wei'an and Jing Shangxiu were already approaching the pitch-black void.
Inside, Gu Jianlin sensed a primal essence stirring, an inexplicable tremor in his heart.
He knew—the Qilin Wedge was within!
Crack!
The eight Vajra Arhats showed no intention of battling them. Instead, they snapped the chains affixed to the Silver Coffins around them.
"These things... let them entertain you!"
They sneered coldly, "Retreat! Protect the boss!"
The Vajra Arhats turned and followed suit, accompanied by two female bodyguards.
Suddenly, the eight Silver Coffins began to tremble violently, as if something was about to break free.
Gu Jianlin squinted his eyes, bracing for imminent danger.
"This is the aura of the Ancient Ancestors."
The Moon Princess murmured softly, "Breaking through here won't be an easy task, at least not anytime soon."
Butcher scanned the surroundings, contemplating whether to undergo Divine Servant Transformation and unleash his full power.
