Blood—dark red blood mixed with rainwater flowed across the ground, wrapping around filthy tangled grass, frothing with murky foam as it slowly spread outward.
Amid the devastated battlefield lay three mutilated corpses and two people barely clinging to life.
Two others had also suffered grave injuries. Their already abnormally pale faces had turned even whiter, making them look scarcely human.
When Jiang Dali arrived, this was the scene before him.
The rain splashed outward five feet above his head, and not a single drop could touch him.
Clang! Clang!
Tie Kuangtu, clad in Heavenly Tribulation Armor, followed from behind. Bu Jingyun stood at his side as Tie Kuangtu said solemnly in a booming voice, "I was guarding the other path. When I heard fighting, I rushed over and intercepted Bu Jingyun. But by the time I reached this battlefield, I was already too late. Fortunately, I still managed to save the two of them."
The Yin Yang Temple Attendants looked angrily at Jiang Dali. One of them said, "Stronghold Master, we would not have been defeated so quickly. But during the battle, Cheng Kun lost his nerve and suddenly fled. He even shoved Brother Deng toward the enemy, catching us off guard and putting us in danger. Brother Deng and Shang Ren fell victim to them because of that."
"Cheng Kun!"
Jiang Dali's brows drew together. Looking at Deng Yuping, who was clearly breathing more out than in, and Cang Ling Shang Ren lying on the ground, killing intent surged through his heart in fury. A miscalculation.
When Cheng Kun had voluntarily come to join him, Jiang Dali had known that the man was deeply scheming and deceitful. Yet he had believed that his own strength and authority would be enough to keep Cheng Kun in line.
Later, among the