"I am Hong Yi of Kunlun! All sects of Beimang, heed my command—seal off Mount Beimang! Let not a single person here escape!"
As his voice rolled through the sky like spring thunder, Hong Yi's figure flashed into view in the void.
Parts of Hong Yi's robe had already been torn apart, streaked with blood, and his hair hung loose and disheveled. His luck had clearly been worse than that of the young woman in white and the group from Cihang Zhai; he had suffered some injuries in the turbulent currents of the void. At this moment, however, fierce light flickered in his eyes like flashes of lightning. Suspended in midair, streams of almost tangible magical power rippled from his body, whipping his tattered Daoist robe and scattered hair into loud, fluttering motion. It was obvious that he was enraged beyond measure.
Zhu Zongzong and he were both among Kunlun's greatest experts. If the two joined forces, even destroying an entire sect would be no difficult task. Yet in pursuing the young woman in white, they had been driven into such a wretched state by her!
Zhu Zongzong was the Division Master of the Metal Division. Much of Kunlun's power in the mortal world had to be mobilized through him. If he were to fall within the Nine-Bend Underworld River Array, the loss to Kunlun would be impossible to estimate.
Rumble!
Hong Yi's voice had only just begun rolling through the heavens when a true clap of thunder exploded in the air.
With that thunderclap, the sky darkened, and countless fine strands of rain began to pour down thickly.
Every thread of rain was ash-black. Within each raindrop seemed to surge a wisp-like strand of yin energy, while every drop carried a foul stench like that of a corpse.