Captured Alive
Half a day later, dozens of streaks of light flew in from the distant horizon.
Before long, the streaks stopped above the Yellow Desert. They were Ning Hongsheng and the other Ning Family cultivators, rushing in as reinforcements.
They looked somewhat battered, their clothes stained with blood. Ning Hongsheng's face was a little pale.
The enemy's attacks had grown fiercer, but only low-level cultivators were taking part. None of the high-level cultivators had shown themselves.
Even if a single Body Integration Cultivator joined the fray, the Ning Family would struggle to hold out for three days. Ning Hongsheng suddenly thought of something. He had been ambushed before: the enemy had lured him away, then attacked him on his return. This time, they might well be using the same trick again. He had people try to contact Ning Hongming, but they couldn't reach him. Then, one after another, the Life Soul Lamps of several high-level Ning Family cultivators went out.
After all, Ning Hongming had contacted Ning Hongsheng as soon as he returned to Yunlan Star. The sudden loss of contact meant that even a fool could tell something had happened. Ning Hongsheng had led his people in breaking through the encirclement, slaughtering millions of demonic beasts before rushing here.
The Ning Family had paid dearly to rescue Ning Hongming. More than ten thousand Ning Family cultivators had died in battle alone. There were simply too many attacking demonic beasts; two fists couldn't fight four hands. No matter how high Ning Hongsheng's cultivation was, he couldn't withstand millions of demonic beasts attacking them.
"What happened? Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother, are you still there?" Ning Hongsheng gazed at the sea of sand below and asked anxiously.
Ning Hongsheng had never imagined he would still be too late. It seemed the