章 1049: The Last Stand of the Pixiu

"This is the last batch of spirit stones. If Zhar'khaen doesn't return soon, we'll run out of spirit stones to maintain the barrier," Vryss'laar muttered as he dragged a cart full of spirit stones, tipping them into a deep, chasm-like altar.

A beam of light instantly shot up from the depths and struck the barrier suspended in midair.

Gor'kan tilted his head back, gazing at the sky. For countless years, the Nine Heaven Pixiu had stored spirit stones, and while much had been consumed over time, they had now exhausted what remained in just five days.

Aside from the treasures locked away in the treasury, they had no resources left to keep the barrier operational.

"Do you think Zhar'khaen has found those two human cultivators?" Vryss'laar asked, stepping back to Gor'kan's side.

Just then, a blood-red wooden token flew out from Gor'kan's chest.