Oh?
Wang Jixuan turned around to stare at the wall made of stone plates, raising his hand to signal the nearby Mechanical Body not to move forward.
Fu Jian asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Wang Jixuan gazed at the wall, his right hand's sword finger shining a bit brighter with spirit light, gently leading forward.
Several Demon Suppression Talismans flew out of his pocket, continuously circling his arm.
The voice appeared again, ringing at the bottom of his heart, similar to but different from Spiritual Sense transmission—perhaps a type of telepathy?
Well, there really was something alive or a Residual Spirit inside.
"Save me..."
Wang Jixuan's response was to send his sword finger forward, letting three Demon Suppression Talismans move ahead as the talismans burst into a faint golden light.
Hum!
The stone plate wall suddenly vibrated, a layer of white jade light bloomed from the inside out as if guarding against those three talismans.