With Chen Lan's help, Yi Xiaofeng and the others began making their way toward the Seven-Colored Glass Tree.
Chen Lan's artifact bracelet was indeed extraordinary. Along the way, not a single bat ghost detected them.
Sword Saint Bai Hongxiao and Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor were still fighting atop the Seven-Colored Glass Tree. They were too far away for Yi Xiaofeng to judge the battle's outcome.
As long as Bai Hongxiao could hold on, Yi Xiaofeng believed he still had a chance of winning.
The Sword Saint!
A terrifying powerhouse who had once suppressed the entire demonic path of Da Qian Province—how could he possibly fall here because of a curse?
The group of six advanced quickly.
The pavilions and buildings along the way had all become ruins. Occasionally, they could still see blood-soaked corpses.
The once-majestic Zhuo Ye Fortress was no more.
The terrifying Seven-Colored Glass Tree still shrouded the ruins of Zhuo Ye Fortress, making them desolate and eerie.
The surviving cultivators fled in every direction, while the Demonic Cultivators and Evil Cultivators serving Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor moved toward the Seven-Colored Glass Tree.
Their goal was the Seven-Colored Glass Fruit, so naturally, they could not leave now.
At the very least, they had to show Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor their resolve.
Yi Xiaofeng considered countermeasures as he moved forward.
How could he defeat Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor?
"Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's physical body was destroyed before. His remnant soul was only able to rise again with the Seven-Colored Glass Tree. Could his weakness lie in the Seven-Colored Glass Tree?"
Yi Xiaofeng thought silently.
He glanced at the towering Seven-Colored Glass Tree, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
The difficulty was far too great!
He was not Sun Wukong. There was no way he could pull the Seven-Colored