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As the incantation was finished, the blood-stained hair began to writhe as if it were alive, rapidly tangling and weaving in the air.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a cold wind suddenly swept up from the ground.

In just two breaths, a small figure, only three feet tall, slowly took shape in that cloud of yin energy.

It was a little girl dressed in a bright red funeral shroud.

Her limbs were as thin as withered tree branches, and her skin was a deathly grayish-white.

What's most chilling is her face.

Where facial features should have been, there was only a smooth, pale patch of flesh.

There's no face!

Only a head of long, wet, jet-black hair, as if just pulled from the water, clung tightly to the bare scalp, the ends of which were still dripping a liquid that was hard to tell whether it was water or some kind of viscous fluid.

"hey-hey"

Despite having no mouth, a faint, childish laugh drifted through the air, sending chills down one's spine.

"Go! Find the way!"

Xuan Yin Chang's body swayed violently, almost losing his balance, but he didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at the faceless girl.

"This 'Bone Guiding Technique' uses essence, blood, and resentful bones as a guide to connect the yin and yang realms. The path it points to is undoubtedly treacherous, but for now, it is certainly the only way to survive in this desperate situation!"

The faceless girl tilted her blank face, as if she were perceiving something beyond sight.

Then, her ethereal figure floated away.

Instead of heading towards any obvious exit, they began to wander aimlessly along the edges of the tomb, in areas filled with rubble and heavy with shadows.

Chen Qian and Xuan Yin dared not be negligent and followed closely behind.

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"

A martial arts disciple, blinded by rage, was wildly slashing with a blood-stained steel knife when he bumped into a faceless girl floating towards him.

He had lost his mind and only felt that his path was blocked. Without thinking, he roared and slashed down with all his might!

The wind from the blade carried the stench of blood.

"court death."

Chen Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

This girl was their only hope; if the yin energy was dissipated by the bloodlust emanating from this brute, all their efforts would be in vain.

His fighting instincts instantly took over his body, and he shot out like an arrow.

Instead of advancing, he retreated, and in the last instant before the steel blade fell, he delivered a lightning-fast, low-angle whip kick that slammed into the back of his opponent's supporting leg's knee!

The disciple let out a miserable cry as his lower body collapsed, his steel blade missed its mark, and he fell forward.

Chen Qian didn't even glance at her, protecting the faceless girl as they continued forward.

However, the situation is not optimistic.

The faceless girl wandered around the edge of the tomb several times, sometimes stopping in front of a pile of rubble and "staring blankly," and sometimes "gazing" at the rock wall with reliefs depicting torture.

There was never a clear direction given, and it seemed to be wandering aimlessly, as if it were lost.

"What's going on? Why are you still going around in circles?" Chen Qian asked in a low voice, his tone serious.

"No...something's not right..."

Xuan Yin Chang was also covered in sweat, her eyes filled with anxiety.

"The air here is thick with the scent of blood, interfering with her senses! She's hesitating, she's afraid!"

Meanwhile, the battle in the center of the tomb had reached a fever pitch.

The experts at the Heartfire Realm no longer held back and unleashed their full power.

"Break through the mountain, open the gates!"

Lei Zhen roared, his muscles bulged, and a faint red heat wave appeared around him.

The thick-backed machete in his hand, imbued with immense force, cleaved down fiercely.

"clang!"

Wang Meng raised his broadsword to block, but the blow sent him crashing to his knees, the ground beneath him cracking open!

"Plucking feathers from a passing goose!"

Zhao Feng moved with agility, his goose-feather saber transforming into a silver light curtain, each move insidious and ruthless.

"Iron Palm!"

Old Master Liu's palms were as black as ink, and each time he struck the air, they produced a dull thud, a sign that his internal energy was being released outwards.

This is a true battle between masters!

Qi and blood flow like a furnace, and strength permeates the body.

Every move they made carried the power to shatter stone tablets and split rocks, and the surrounding pottery jars and stone vats shattered under the aftershocks of their powerful winds.

Just as Chen Qian and Xuan Yin were extremely anxious.

The faceless girl, who kept spinning in place, seemed to be "looking" towards the center of the battlefield with her empty face.

It was like finding a long-lost toy.

This time, she didn't hesitate. Her two short legs moved quickly, and she skipped and hopped straight towards that most dangerous battlefield!

"Over there?"

Chen Qian and Xuan Yin were startled.

The only way to survive is in the center of the battlefield?

"Keep up!"

The two men had just braced themselves and taken a few steps when they suddenly stopped and abruptly brought the car to a halt.

The faceless girl drifted into the midst of the intertwined swords and shadows of Zhao Feng and Lei Zhen's fierce battle, seemingly oblivious to everything else.

Lei Zhen, who was in a frenzied killing spree, caught a glimpse of a red shadow approaching out of the corner of his eye. Without thinking, he swung his sword back with a fierce sweep!

"roll!"

That slash, imbued with the burning passion and vitality of the heart, had already caused the girl's red dress to curl up before the blade even reached her.

"Pfft!"

There is no suspense.

The seemingly eerie and terrifying faceless girl was like a snowflake in the sunlight before this extremely masculine and powerful blade.

He didn't even let out a scream.

It was instantly shredded by the blade's energy, turning into a wisp of green smoke that vanished without a trace.

Only a broken finger bone and a tuft of charred hair remained, falling to the ground with a "thud" and being crushed to pieces by the chaotic footsteps of the soldiers.

"It's over..."

Xuan Yin Chang's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground.

The guiding ghost has been slain, and the path to survival is severed!

Chen Qian stood at the edge of the shadows, staring intently in that direction.

The direction of survival may be correct, but where is it?

That empty battlefield was devoid of anything but the crisscrossing sword energy, palm strikes, and a few figures locked in fierce combat!

In the empty center, besides the white jade coffin hanging high, there was only a bottomless abyss.

and!

Right now, Lei Zhen, Zhao Feng, Wang Meng, Old Master Liu, Zhao Hu, and two other martial arts masters with bloodshot eyes are like ferocious beasts that have lost their minds, fighting wildly around that area!

Blade energy crisscrossed, and palm winds howled.

That place is a real meat grinder.

Chen Qian's palms were covered in cold sweat as he gripped the machete.

He was well aware of the gap in strength.

Even a martial arts master like Wang Datou, with his warm blood, could withstand attacks with his Golden Bell Shield and find openings to counterattack with his Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada.

One can make up for it by utilizing the advantages of various martial arts.

But if it's a martial artist with inner fire, then it's a qualitative difference!

If Lei Zhen had casually cleaved away the ghost's power with a single strike, what would have happened if he had struck him?

Chen Qian had no doubt.

Even if his Golden Bell Shield technique improves further, he and his sword will still be cleaved in two!

What should I do?

Chen Qian gritted his teeth, looking at the Gate of Life that was so close yet felt like an insurmountable chasm.

This is not a problem that can be solved simply by working hard.

This is suicide.

A direct assault would be suicide, waiting for them to perish together.

Not to mention that these seasoned veterans may not fall easily, what if one side falls but the other side still doesn't give up?

If they go completely insane, will they attack indiscriminately?

"We need to find an opportunity to lure them away, draw them off to one side, and create an opening!"

"But where exactly is the way out?"