The ones who had arrived were Zhu Qizheng and his companion, who had just rushed over to help.
"Fellow Daoist Song, is that demonic fiend already dead?"
Earlier, they had helped Song Qingming hold back the Crimson Cloud Saint Demon, only to be driven back by him and temporarily forced out of the battlefield. Both of them now bore minor injuries.
Seeing Song Qingming slay the Crimson Cloud Saint Demon with a single strike, Zhu Qizheng and the other Nascent Soul Cultivator both wore expressions of disbelief.
Even now, they could hardly believe that the demonic fiend who had been so ferocious only moments ago had already vanished into ash and smoke. Their gazes toward Song Qingming gained a trace of admiration.
Hearing the two men beside him, Song Qingming promptly nodded, then turned his gaze toward the black mist below.
"Fellow Daoists, Fellow Daoist Lü and the others are still trapped below. Whatever we have to say can wait until after we rescue them!"
"Fellow Daoist is right. From here on, we will follow Fellow Daoist Song's arrangements!"
".."
Within the black mist array below, True Person Qingyu and the other two were each driving their magic treasures, trying to break out of the black mist array before them.
Yet although they had tried many methods, they still could not breach the array.
This black mist array seemed to contain considerable spatial power. No matter how fiercely they attacked it, most of their attacks were swallowed by the black mist, leaving them unable to break the array for the moment.
After being trapped for so long, all three of them had already expended a fair amount of Mana.
As time passed and they remained ignorant of the situation outside, their hearts grew increasingly anxious.
Just when they were at