They'll Be Here To Accompany You Soon

In front of Jiang Lan, the blood-colored mist churned, so dense it seemed like an impenetrable blood-colored domain.

Divine light rained down, but it was blocked by the blood-colored mist, unable to advance further.

Some talisman treasures were tainted by the blood-colored mist, making a sizzling sound. The runes within rapidly and inexplicably dissipated, losing their spiritual essence in an instant and falling to the ground.

At the same time, a trembling roar echoed through the void.

Threads of blood-colored mist, as if resurrected, under his command, like rain, like swords, like blades, whistled and slashed down, easily piercing the bodies of the Myriad Laws Sect disciples.

Under the cover of the blood-colored mist, Jiang Lan's complexion grew paler, and a weak, hollow dizziness pulsed in his head.

Manipulating such vast and boundless life force in this place was still a bit strenuous for him at the moment.

However, his expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.

"He doesn't even deign to make a move?"

Seeing Jiang Lan's composed demeanor, even his indifferent expression, Wang Yan felt a vague sense of foreboding and fear.

He was, after all, an inner disciple of the Myriad Laws Sect, with a cultivation base in the Fourth Realm's Illuminating Nether Realm from years ago.

He was considered one of the top geniuses in Danzhou Prefecture. Although he was currently injured, he didn't even have the qualification to force this mysterious young man to act.

Was this mysterious young man before him so powerful?

"Are you guys truly foolish, or just pretending to be?"

"If you really want to stand by and watch, then wait to die with me. This guy's strength far surpasses our imagination. If you don't act now, after I die, you won't survive either."

"Do you really think this guy will let you go?"

Wang Yan roared, looking at Ye Ming and the woman surnamed Song not far away, urging them to help.

The woman surnamed Song and the people around her changed their expressions slightly.

Ye Ming's brow furrowed even deeper, and he subtly retreated a few steps.

"It doesn't matter, they'll be joining you soon enough."

Jiang Lan said calmly, and one of his hands, which had been behind his back, suddenly shot forward.

The blood-colored mist that had been in front of him immediately converged, transforming into a terrifying blood-colored hand that reached out to grasp Wang Yan.

"You..."

Wang Yan, enraged and terrified, immediately retreated backward.

But in that instant, his expression changed drastically. A terrifying pain suddenly struck his neck, as if pierced by a sharp weapon.

He glanced down and could only see a thread of blood-colored mist, as fine as a hair, piercing through with lightning speed and then exploding at his neck.

When did this happen? His heart trembled violently, filled with fear.

The excruciating pain made Wang Yan want to pass out, but what terrified and shook him even more was that his life force was rapidly draining away...

Puff...

The next moment, the blood-colored hand in the void seized Wang Yan.

As it slowly closed, no blood flowed out. Instead, it turned into a sky full of sand-like ash and vanished.

"How is this possible..."

Seeing this, Ye Ming's expression was filled with unconcealed shock and fear.

"Run quickly..."

A hoarse, deep voice echoed in his mind, unusually urgent, urging him on.

There was no need for the voice to say more; Ye Ming's reaction was swift. Even before the voice sounded, he had unleashed his full power, turning into an afterimage and rapidly retreating along the path he came.

Rumble!!!

Just as Ye Ming was about to escape, a blood-colored hand slammed down.

The entire underground palace shook, the rock walls trembled, and stones rolled down, kicking up dust. But Ye Ming was nowhere to be seen.

"What a shame, that guy was quite fast at escaping..."

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his calm tone.

But if anyone could see through the blood-colored mist obscuring his face at this moment, they would notice that his face was completely devoid of color, pale to the point of being almost transparent.

The terrifying, hollow pain in his head pushed Jiang Lan to the brink of unconsciousness.

After all, he had no cultivation at the moment. Although this place was filled with dense life energy, and he was manipulating it, he had already reached his limit.

Killing Wang Yan was entirely due to his planning and the element of surprise.

After all, who could have imagined that he had no cultivation at all...

The torment of the "heart-devouring" pain over the years had tempered his will. Even under this strain, with his spirit almost depleted, he showed no abnormality.

However, even though Ye Ming had been scared away, there was still one more problem.

"You had a chance to escape too, why didn't you? Is it because you don't want to abandon your companions and save yourself?"

Jiang Lan looked at the woman surnamed Song and the others not far away, his expression unchanged, his tone as indifferent as ever.

The woman surnamed Song, supported by her maid, forced herself to stand steady.

Within her clear and bright eyes, it was impossible to hide her shock and trembling, and there was also a hint of fear, but she still tried her best to remain calm and said, "Young Master has a discerning eye. Youwei is not someone who fears death or abandons her companions to live in cowardly survival."

Jiang Lan responded with a soft "Oh," as if surprised, then smiled faintly and said, "A renowned righteous sect like the Myriad Laws Sect is full of petty schemes and infighting. It's interesting that you, a demoness from the Blood Immortal Sect, are like a lotus emerging unstained from the mud."

In fact, while plundering Wang Yan's life just now, Jiang Lan had already sifted through his memories and understood this woman's identity.

Of course, he had also made associations and guesses when he heard Wang Yan's address for her earlier.

However, the current situation made it difficult to connect the future renowned demoness with her.

Song Youwei, this scholarly-sounding name, sounded more like a lady from a prominent family rather than a demoness from the Blood Immortal Sect.

Moreover, she seemed much weaker than imagined... No, her body must have been in trouble. This current state was not her true strength.

Song Youwei's expression showed a slight unnaturalness at Jiang Lan's "demoness" title, but she was more astonished. How did Jiang Lan know her identity?

"There are myriad unavoidable circumstances in this world. If there were no need, Youwei would not want to choose such an origin. I've made a fool of myself in front of Young Master."

She brushed a few strands of hair from her ear, speaking with a hint of helplessness and bitterness.

She didn't know Jiang Lan's identity, but judging from the current situation, Jiang Lan didn't seem to intend to kill her. Naturally, she could only follow his words and try her best to survive.

"Indeed, I appreciate your spirit. However, that alone is not enough to make me spare your life," Jiang Lan said calmly.

Song Youwei's expression changed, and the people behind her also tensed up abruptly.

They still had the scene from just now vividly in their minds, their hearts filled with lingering fear.

"Youwei believes she has not offended Young Master. Why does Young Master wish to pursue her to the death..." she gritted her teeth slightly.