The group darted through the trees, tearing through layer after layer of branches and leaves, and the view before them suddenly opened up.
In a clearing within the forest, the dozen or so surviving members of Xuanjia Gate stood back-to-back, struggling bitterly to hold on.
Shi Ziyi's long hair was disheveled, and blood stained her shoulder.
At the center stood an elder clad in Xuanjia Gate robes. His face was deathly pale, and a palm print on his chest was shocking to behold. His Xuan Mountain Gang Strength had dimmed like a candle flame in the wind. It was none other than Du Lingchuan, the Xuanjia Gate elder familiar to Peng Zhen and Tan Yang!
There were actually seven or eight Demonic Sect experts besieging them. The auras of the two leaders were the fiercest and most overwhelming—both were clearly at the Gang Jin realm!
One of them wore a billowing black robe. His movement technique was elusive, black qi coiling around his fingertips. Who else could it be but Jiang Chuanqiao of Lin'an Prefecture!
The other was tall and lean, with a sinister face. He wielded a pair of unusual weapons, Mourning Hooks. His moves were vicious and tricky, and his aura was even stronger than Jiang Chuanqiao's.
"Jiang Chuanqiao and Mei Kun from Lin'an Prefecture? They dare cause trouble in our Yunlin Prefecture?"
Peng Zhen roared, Kuntu True Gang erupting from him as he charged straight at the demon wielding the Mourning Hooks. "Junior Brother Tan, help me take down this scoundrel!"
The four prefectures around Ten Thousand Poisons Swamp were relatively close-knit. Naturally, they knew something of the Demonic Sect experts active nearby.
"Good!"
Geng Metal True Gang burst from Tan Yang's body, its peerless sharpness tearing through the air. With a swing of both fists, he