The tunnel was quite smooth.
Bai Mo's back was pressed against the ground, and all he felt was an icy chill.
The disciple from the Miaofa Sect was probably unable to control the power of his Talisman, making him incredibly clumsy.
Zhao Jingyu's clothes were being tightly pulled by him. After several failed attempts to break free, he simply freed a hand, balled it into a fist, and brought it down on the man's head.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sparks flew as his fist connected with the other man's head.
Zhao Jingyu couldn't help but be stunned.
They didn't stop until they had tumbled to the bottom of the underground palace.
Bai Mo climbed to his feet and glanced over, seeing the Miaofa Sect disciple pushing himself up with both hands, trying to stand.
Unfortunately, the Talisman on his body was glowing brightly, creating a mountain-like pressure that prevented him from doing so.
Bai Mo looked away and began surveying the vast underground palace.
