Carson Flores landed behind a boulder, setting down Lilly Compton. With his palms pressed together, he cast a Death Imprint onto her body and nonchalantly took out the Cicada's Mantle, draping it over her.
"Stay down here, and no matter what, don't move!"
Lilly obediently lay in the underbrush and nodded compliantly. "Brother Chen, be careful."
Carson stepped forward, his figure hurtling toward the Sect Main Hall.
He figured that there must be something inside the Sect Main Hall, perhaps that very thing had created these soul-like Primordial Spirits, or maybe they were the guardians of that artifact.
An Immortal cutting down the Sky with a single sword?
Guardians within the Sect Main Hall?
Carson immediately thought of the Immortal Slaves from the Valley of Death and the ghostly soldiers from the Ancestral Demon Tomb. They were all guardians, safeguarding something of utmost importance.