Wan Shenxiu worked quickly, setting up a protective Array in just a moment.
The Spirit Stones on the Array Plate dimmed at a visible rate.
Zhao Jingyu, holding his lower back, struggled to his feet and moved to within half a zhang of the Array Plate.
Here, he didn't have to worry about the corrosive smoke.
He watched the changes in the Spirit Stones, alarmed.
"Junior Brother Wan, can your Array hold?"
"If it can't, we'll pull out immediately."
The corner of Wan Shenxiu's eye twitched, but he waved his hand and said:
"It's fine. I'm quite well-off."
With the Silver-Robed Cultivator having escaped, they were bound to alert the others from the Douchen Sect, so the three of them dared not delay.
After Zhao Jingyu broke the iron chains wrapped around the coffin, Bai Mo stepped forward and pushed the lid open.
A stale, rotten stench wafted out.
Bai Mo quickly backed away, only approaching again after the smell had dissipated.
