On the mountain path leading to the summit, disciples of the four great sects were locked in bloody battle with disciples of the Demonic Cult. Splattered blood stained the rocks red, lending Sacred Fire Mountain an even more sinister air.
At the summit of Sacred Fire Mountain, Gu Kongshan and the others, bathed in blood from who knew where, finally fought their way here. Sealed weapons such as the Wind and Cloud Saber gave off faint hums, as if preparing to fulfill their purpose.
Then, an unforeseen upheaval erupted.
A vast, boundless surge of monstrous demonic qi shot into the heavens, blasting the Demon Mound apart.
Streams of demonic qi spread out, draining the flesh, blood, and vital essence from every living creature around the Demon Mound. Their skin shriveled, and they turned into dried corpses.
"How could this happen?"
Gu Kongshan's face darkened. Every disciple who had reached the summit this time had died in that instant, sucked dry into corpses.
Had the Wind and Cloud Saber not activated on its own to protect him, his fate would not have been much better.
The leaders of the other three great sects were in the same predicament.
"Even the Demonic Cult members have suffered devastating losses."
Old Man Shouque stared gravely at the demonic qi piercing the sky. The heavens for a hundred miles around had turned pitch-black, saturated with such vile, bloody evil that it made people nauseous.
"Quick, seal the Demon Mound! Before long, the demonic qi will begin corrupting the land!"
Tower Master Luo's face was deathly pale. Evidently, he had encountered powerful foes along the way and suffered grave injuries.
At that moment, the four sealing artifacts—the Wind and Cloud Saber, Taihua Sword, Star-Seizing Hand, and Dawn Moon Weave—were all roused by the demonic qi. They