At this moment, a skeleton man appeared in front of them.

These skeletons were all equipped with Bone Warriors. As soon as they appeared, they attacked and sat down.

The first time we met, we were quite surprised. He never expected that those emaciated figures, seemingly frail, possessed the strength to break through the nine great peaks of life.

More importantly, its power had already stepped into the realm of Heaven and Man.

Moreover, the bones in the hands of these skeletal soldiers were quite formidable as well.

Even a strong dragon would find it challenging to cut through them.

Due to many obstacles, the group of skeletons behind us drew closer to them.

After a while, they might be surrounded. They couldn’t help but ask anxiously, "Miss Shui, where are we going? How long will it take?"

"Very soon, about a quarter of an hour!"

She spoke while fighting.

In the conversation, the four skeletons in front of them were simultaneously chopped into pieces.

However, to his horror, the skeletal remains just cut down hadn’t even fully hit the ground when they began to reassemble into irregular skeletons and attacked again.

"Why won’t these skeletons die?"

Seeing this bizarre scene, I couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

"They are already dead. They cannot be killed again.

Everyone’s gaze fell on the ground in front of the isolated building.

They seemed to be searching for something, as if waiting for something.

"Wow—"

Suddenly, a faint light flashed by. The piles of bones surrounding the solitary building vanished at that moment.

Ziyun Fei and Yan Hong immediately began to sob fearfully behind him as they walked forward toward the isolated building.

"Snap—"

Just as he was at a loss, Wu Qingxin suddenly came over and patted him on the shoulder.

I couldn’t wait to sit still. In an instant, he was about to strike with the Azure Dragon Spear in his hand.

Until he saw Wu Qingxin, who appeared beside him, hastily gathering the Green Dragon Spear.

"..."

I felt surprised. I just wanted to ask questions.

But listening to the dance, Qingxin whispered, "Don’t speak!"

The beautiful words on the edge of his mouth were swallowed back instantly.

"It is forbidden to speak here or in the isolated building. Otherwise, unexpected consequences may arise."

Wu Qingxin repeated, and then she left.

As for the reason, Wu Qingxin did not allow Hun to sit down.

For the competition in the Qingxin Dance, the graceful dance smoke was also visible in his eyes.

Seeing Wu Qingxin’s actions, Wu Feiyan didn’t know what she said to Xiongnu, but she knew they were communicating.

Later, Man Zuo secretly told Wu Feiyan about this matter.

Upon learning about it, Shui Koushu, Wu Qingxin, and others followed Ziyun Fei and others to the isolated building, followed by Wu Feiyan and Man Zuo.

"Ta ta"

When I sat on the steps of that isolated building, I began to reminisce about the desolate footsteps across the barren land.

At this time, there were no whimpering sounds of skeletons behind, only the footsteps and breathing of people.

Walking on the stairs of the isolated building, I didn’t know why my heart started pounding.

As he continued upward, he suddenly felt that the isolated building began to shake.

And the places he passed gradually disappeared, replaced by the endless abyss.

The gloomy wind blew from the dark abyss, hitting his face, making his seated body shiver.

In the overcast and cold wind came mournful cries and hissing sounds, which then reached the seated man’s ears.

He then began to see things. There were ghosts, and a specter, emerging from the bottomless pit, calling out to him.

Even though I knew all these were just illusions.

But when the stench and cold aura attacked, when the sounds and appearances of skeletons were unseen, when the bloody ghost hand touched his body, his seated body began to shudder.

Because these were too real, more real than reality itself.

The more you sat, the more you walked, the more frequently such scenes appeared, spreading a sense of panic into your heart.

When climbing halfway up, the person’s chairback was already drenched in cold sweat.

There were several times they almost fell from the stairs into the endless purgatorial abyss to avoid the arrival of evil spirits and skeletons.

Seeing his grip tightening, his knuckles made a "GABA" sound.

Perhaps in the next moment, they might lose control and directly start battling against the void.

The pretty one sat simply raising their head, unconcerned about the situation beneath their feet, heading straight up the stairs.

After a few breaths, they reached the top of this isolated building.

In an instant, the people outside the door stopped.

At this time, Yan Hong and Ziyun Fei exchanged a glance and turned around to approach the seated person.

"You go first!"

Yan Honglai walked to the front and back of the male seat, staring at him contemptuously before speaking.

The seated one said nothing, just raised his head coldly looking at Yan Hong.

Yan Hong had a grudge with him. Now, with Yan Hong so arrogantly ordering him, how could he not be angry?

"What are you looking at? I told you to go inside!"

Yan Hong repeated while a hint of ferocity gleamed in his eyes.

"You say I can go in? Who do you think you are?"

The seated one sneered coldly, unafraid of Yan Hong’s power.

"You better go in, or you’ll be out!"

Ziyun Fei uttered this sentence. When he saw Yan Hong’s words might not work, he appeared very arrogant.

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

Qiao Li sitting raised an eyebrow, disdainfully glancing at Ziyun Fei.

Even though Ziyun Fei and Yan Hong were powerful, in the eyes of Yan Hong, they were nonexistent.

"Yan Hong, what are you doing?"

Seeing Yan Hong and Ziyun Fei’s unusual behavior, Shui Roushu seemed to notice something and came forward to educate them.

Yan Hong turned around and smiled, saying, "Miss Shui! It’s nothing. We’re just discussing some private matters."

"Private matters? Humph! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to!"

Shui Roushu sneered coldly, staring at Yan Hong icily.

In the conversation, Wu Qingxin and Wu Feiyan also surrounded them, glaring coldly at Yan Hong and Ziyun Fei.

"Miss Shui, this is between me and this boy. You’d better stay out of it!"

Yan Hong put away his smile.

Ziyun was jumping and laughing as he spoke to Shui Hu.

"Yes, but I cannot do that."

Shui Roushu replied lightly, unexpectedly seeing the seated one.

"Why?"

Ziyun Fei continued to smile.

"Because he is a disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School, because we are family, because this opportunism doesn’t conform to the rules of the Seven Days Tower!"

Shui Wenrou replied softly.

"Is that all? Is there no other reason?"

Ziyun Fei surely wouldn’t believe these words. In his eyes, there must be another reason why Shui Dashu wanted to support the seated person so strongly.

"Hmm, what else does Zizong want to think of?"

Shui Roushu sneered again, disdainfully glancing at Ziyun Fei as she spoke.

This move made Ziyun Fei admire her, a blaze of anger rose in his heart.

He was fine, but he had no pleasant face. However, the black-faced fellow was so partial to water, soft and comforting. He couldn’t come up with it.

"What if I must let him go first?"

Feeling enraged, Ziyun Fei couldn’t help but shout angrily.

"Then you might as well try it!"

Shui Roushu spoke lightly, but her words held an irresistible power.

"Swoosh—"

Suddenly, a figure flashed by. Ziyun Fei directly turned into a strong wind, vanishing from the water’s surface.

Switching armpits, the seated one’s Azure Dragon Spear waved, about to open fire.

But before his Green Dragon Spear could strike, his neck suddenly turned cold, a light saber crafted from Life Force appeared at his throat.

"Touch him, and I’ll strike!"