The autumn wind howled bleakly. In the mountain forest, Zhen Qin and the others followed Perfected Lord Xuanmiao onward.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao walked at the very front, leaving a trail of blood behind him. The people following him were deeply worried, but they knew comfort would be futile. They could only try their best not to disturb him.
Boom—
A deafening explosion came from afar. Gale-force winds howled over, flattening the forest. Everyone hurriedly mobilized their spiritual power to withstand the raging wind.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao raised his sword to block it. His Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation warded off most of the pressure.
Yet he could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood, making the Taixuan Sect Law Enforcement Hall disciples behind him break out in cold sweat for him.
Several breaths later, the winds ceased. Perfected Lord Xuanmiao followed by dropping to one knee, planting his sword into the ground to steady himself.
The surrounding forest had nearly been flattened. Shreds of grass flew through the air, leaving everything in utter disarray.
Zhen Qin and the others hurriedly gathered around him, concerned for Perfected Lord Xuanmiao's safety.
Ever since Perfected Lord Xuanmiao had saved them, he had endured several fierce battles nearly every day. His injuries had never been given a chance to recover; instead, they had piled injury upon injury.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao raised his head. His pale face was filled with unwillingness as he gritted his teeth and said, "The enemy is coming. Everyone, sit down and meditate!"
Hearing this, everyone hastily sat down. After spending several days together, they had developed unconditional trust in Perfected Lord Xuanmiao. Without him, they would have died long ago.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Call upon the Mountain God together in