On the city wall, watching the black fog surge endlessly toward them, the many cultivators of Bianlin City were filled with despair.
"The city-protecting formation is broken."
"Without the formation's protection, can we withstand the Black Demon Fog's corrosion? Can we withstand the slaughter of the mutants?"
"Run!"
"If we don't run now, we won't even have a chance to stay alive."
One cultivator was so terrified that his guts and gall trembled. He immediately turned and fled toward the city.
However, before he had gone far, a terrifying sword-light suddenly tore through the sky and instantly cleaved him into soul and body annihilation.
A cold voice rang out.
"Whoever avoids battle will die."
Seeing this, many of the panicked cultivators regained their senses.
Not far away, Li Hanru's brows were tightly furrowed. With the formation on the city wall disabled, there was no way cultivators like them could withstand the mutants' attacks and the Black Demon Fog's corrosion.
If this continued, they would all certainly die here.
Yet leaving the city wall would also mean being killed on the spot by the enforcers.
Just as she hesitated, she suddenly heard someone cry out, "They're here."
The next second, the black fog churned violently. Strange figures shot out of the darkness and climbed onto the city wall, launching a slaughter against the many cultivators.
In an instant, more than a dozen cultivators and mutants fell.
Blood flew everywhere, and screams rose one after another.
With the aid of the Puppet Technique, Li Hanru and several other cultivators who also came from the Puppet Palace gathered together and resisted the attacks of the surrounding mutants.
But as time passed, more and more cultivators fell on the city wall, while the pressure bearing down on them grew heavier and heavier.
At that