After half a day had passed.
Ding Ling suddenly sensed that someone familiar had arrived in this world.
"What's going on?"
Ding Ling raised his head and looked up, only to see a hazy, gorgeous sword light rising and falling in the sea of blood. From time to time, he could hear delicate shouts, the clanging of sword light colliding with the weapons of Demonic Cultivators, and faint cries:
"Fortress Lord, Fortress Lord~~"
The voice was hazy, traveling from far away through layers of blood sea.
It sounded somewhat low.
Ding Ling fully activated his Heavenly Eye and deployed the Divine Meditation Technique, but he still couldn't see clearly who the person was. However, judging from that sword light, he knew that the person who had come must be Ruo Lan.
That was because
the hazy, feather-like sword light was precisely the Flying Feather Sword Light unique to Feathering Swordplay.
And in Panluo Valley, who else could possess such sword light besides Ruo Lan?
"How did Ruo Lan find her way here?"
Although Ding Ling was puzzled, his movements were truly swift. He opened a path with the Mystic Ice Mirror. Everywhere it passed froze and shattered. After only a few breaths, he arrived beneath the Flying Feather Sword Light. Here, Ding Ling could see more clearly. It was indeed Ruo Lan.
She was confronting a group of Demonic Cultivators and had even fallen at a disadvantage.
Ding Ling was just about to go help when he unexpectedly sensed some sort of obstruction in this place.
He seemed unable to rise?!
"Hm?"
Ding Ling was astonished. With a twist of the Mystic Ice Mirror, streaks of white light fell upon the blood sea above, freezing patches of space and blood sea.
This time,
Ding Ling saw clearly.
It turned out