The heavy stone millstone split into a pile of rubble, and Baili An used his Sword Qi to condense water into ice, suppressing all the green yin fire roaring up from the soil.
The frost penetrated the earth, stirred by the Sword Qi.
Without the need for deliberate digging, the firm and hard ground suddenly sprouted dozens of ice spikes that burst through the soil, and a flat land instantaneously billowed into a pit three meters deep.
Baili An stood outside the pit, his gaze deeply fixated on the White Bone Corpses below.
Layers of white bones, obviously not from a single person,
They were ancient and new bones piled up over who knew how many years, with bursts of phosphorescence flashing through them now and then, emitting an evil and ominous aura.
