Boom—
A ground-splitting rumble came from the distance.
Tuoba Huang, the Wisteria Sword Immortal, and more than ten other Soul Masters trapped within the Eternal Night Wheel emerged one after another, bedraggled and dust-covered.
Every face bore a look of horror.
They had thought they were merely some ordinary formations, easily broken with a wave of the hand. Yet one loop followed another; every time the formation wheel spun, a new formation descended, forcing them to clear one trial after the next, breaking formation after formation.
The moment they emerged, their faces, once filled with indignation and intent on vengeance, suddenly froze halfway.
Looking around, the once densely packed encirclement alliance had dwindled to only a sparse few still standing guard and waiting for them.
"Has... that kid already been taken down?"
Tuoba Huang instinctively asked a Saint Sect cultivator who had yet to leave.
The cultivator was drenched in cold sweat, his expression panicked. "Leave quickly. Something terrible has happened."
His urging was directed at the Wisteria Sword Immortal. If not for the latter having saved his life years ago, he would have fled long ago as well.
The Wisteria Sword Immortal suspiciously swept his gaze into the distance. Seeing that Lu Feng was still alive, he could not help frowning. "What terrible thing? Hasn't that kid yet to be killed ahead of everyone else?"
"Don't say that," the cultivator said, shuddering from head to toe as he lowered his voice. "He killed the Grand Elder, and even scared off the Supreme Elder."
The Wisteria Sword Immortal's expression changed abruptly.
Tuoba Huang scoffed. "What nonsense are you dreaming up? Him? He could slaughter Yue Tianqiong?"
As Su Qingxia stared at that cluster of ghost-masked figures in the distance, her face turned as pale as if she had seen a