e fabric of his robe to rustle as he quickly drew a circle in front of him, spiritual energy swirling at his fingertips.A visible spiritual barrier immediately formed, circular in shape, shielding the...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient"t aside all calculations and schemes, Song Zhu was a man of blood. Even on the brink of death, he showed no fear whatsoever, his expression calm and composed.Lü Yè's long blade pressed against his che...