Chapter 579

Chapter 579: Resisting the Array

With the Soul Nourishing Pills, the Soul Protecting Tower, and the defense powered by the Ancestor of the Sword Path’s Soul Power, they barely endured the violent impact. The assault lasted only ten breaths. When the darkness lifted, Ye Yun’s group found themselves in a long corridor flanked by pitch-black walls.

The sudden release of pressure nearly made them stumble as they landed. Though brief, the ordeal felt endless—a moment longer would have shattered their defenses and annihilated their souls.

“We’re alive?” Ding Qian stared at her hands, then at Ye Yun and Murong Wuqing, disbelief melting into relief.

Ye Yun exhaled. “That darkness… surviving it feels impossible.”

Murong Wuqing’s pallor faded as he spoke. “Without my pills, Ding Qian’s tower, and the mysterious Soul Power from you, Ye Yun, we’d have perished.” He’d sensed the surge of energy shielding them—a power even he couldn’t trace.

Ye Yun shook his head. “It came from nowhere. I can’t explain it.”

“Luck favored us,” Murong Wuqing said. “One missing, and we’d have failed.”

Ding Qian trembled, recalling how close death had felt. “Where does this corridor lead?”

Neither man knew, but after surviving the void, they pressed forward. Murong Wuqing took three steps—

Light exploded, revealing a ten-zhang corridor ending in a plaza. There, a ten-zhang beast loomed, wreathed in dark green flames. Its gaze froze them.

“Danger’s outside the corridor, it seems,” Murong Wuqing muttered dryly.

The beast’s aura dwarfed even Fifth Level Nascent Soul experts. Ding Qian paled. “How can we fight this?”

“Let the Palace Master’s group handle it!” she urged.

Ye Yun laughed bitterly. “Wait for others to claim the treasures? Greed ensures nothing gets shared.”

Murong Wuqing glared. “Where’s your courage, Demon Suppression Peak’s Master?”

Ding Qian clenched her teal sword. “Fine. We try.”

They advanced, power rising with each step. The beast’s flaming eyes narrowed mockingly.

With a roar, twin jets of dark green fire erupted, splitting into hundreds of deadly sparks.

Ye Yun raised the Purple Shadow Sword, lightning crackling. Murong Wuqing coiled his fist, and Ding Qian’s blade gleamed.

The flames’ heat surpassed even the void’s onslaught.

Grim-faced, they braced.