Xun Zixian's gaze trembled slightly. He immediately brought his fingers together, condensing a white sword light, and stabbed toward the white bone tablet, which was crawling with blood patterns.
A layer of red light appeared on the White Bone Stele.
The sword light pierced into the eerie blood-colored barrier, holding for a moment, then crushed the barrier inch by inch, and naturally cleaved toward the White Bone Stele.
A crack appeared on the surface of the stele, beneath which blood and flesh squirmed, and at the same time, a mournful scream sounded.
"Ghostly sound?"
Xun Zixian's face changed, quickly covering Mo Hua's ears, but Mo Hua's expression remained calm.
This level of evil spirit sound couldn't shake his resolve and divine thought. However, several nearby Golden Core Elders frowned, looking uncomfortable with nausea and the urge to vomit.
Seeing the mournful scream growing more piercing, Xun Zixian immediately said, "Act together and dismantle this stele!"
