Fireworks exploded, lights gathered and dispersed, and the noise that followed, accompanied by the sound of bells and drums, spread far into the night, almost waking up all living creatures in the mountains and forests. A strong wind blew up from the ground, breaking the grass and trees, the flames swayed, and people turned into shadows that drifted with the flow.
The Soul Burial Palace was like a leech that had been dormant in the swamp for a long time and was already extremely hungry. When Zhao Bing'e gave the order, they seemed to have smelled blood and almost came out in full force, extending their claws towards their targeted prey.
The insiders and the outsiders in Wuxiang Temple cooperated together, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe in the forest, and there was a desperate situation on the cliff... From the foot of the mountain to the top, from the front mountain to the back mountain, everything was shrouded in the fishy wind, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.
Xuan Cheng and the other two finally climbed up, only to see a desperate battle already unfolding on the cliff. Without even having time to ask a single question, they had to draw their swords and join the battle.
He was frightened as he fought. There was only one road from the forest to this place. If these assassins could chase them here, the fellows who stayed in the forest might have been ambushed. Now he was attacked from both sides. Even if Xuan Cheng still had the strength to fight the enemy, he had no way to break the deadlock. He was anxious for a moment, but he didn't know what to do.
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