"Run!"
A sudden downpour swept in.
Wang Tianming scooped up Ling Xian'er and used his Lightness Skill to flee at top speed.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Ling Xian'er stared blankly ahead, her tears mingling with the rain until she could no longer tell them apart.
It had all happened far too suddenly.
A black-clad man had attacked the Great River Alliance's headquarters! And according to Xuantianzi, this man was no ordinary Xiantian martial artist—he possessed Spirit level strength!
After the battle, the Great River Alliance's elders had suffered devastating casualties, and even Xuantianzi had been captured.
Only the two of them had managed to escape, thanks to Xuantianzi and the elders risking their lives to hold the enemy back.
"Pant... No one's chasing us!"
Wang Tianming looked up at the sky. "We can't stay out in the rain. We'll get sick for sure!"
His eyes darted around, and he spotted a Mountain God Temple by the roadside. He hurried inside.
The temple had long since fallen into disuse. Its door creaked and toppled as they entered, and the roof leaked everywhere, but at least a few patches of ground remained dry.
Wang Tianming set Ling Xian'er down, gathered some thatch and wood scraps, and lit a fire.
As the warmth spread, it finally drove away the chill.
"How could this happen? How could a Spirit Level Martial Artist attack the Great River Alliance?" Ling Xian'er's clothes were soaked through, clinging to her graceful figure, but she paid no heed to her exposed charms. "Revenge! I have to get revenge... Who was that black-clad man? Could he have been the Peerless Demon Emperor?"
"The Demon Sect?" Wang Tianming shuddered, then clenched his fists. "Xian'er, don't worry. Your enemy is my enemy, and so is Master's. We'll definitely