684. Fierce Battle

A mournful cry rang out. The battered Crimson Giant Python was torn to shreds by the Bone Dragon, reverting to its true form as a dimly glowing crimson Buddhist staff.

The Bone Bird and Bone Flood Dragon swooped toward the round-faced Head Monk.

The Head Monk's expression turned cold. With one hand, he formed a Hand Seal, sending over a hundred Red Short Rulers toward the Bone Bird and Bone Flood Dragon.

He glanced down at Black Eagle City, his brows drawn tightly together, and muttered to himself, "Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? Could it be the sect still hasn't received the message?"

In Black Eagle City stood a great hall with its doors tightly shut. The plaque above them bore the words "Black Eagle Hall."

Inside the hall were two arrays: a Communication Array and a Teleportation Array.

Several young men and women lay in pools of blood, their faces full of disbelief, as though they had witnessed something inconceivable.

A gloomy-looking Daoist in a green robe was covered in wounds. He stared fixedly at the Middle-aged Beautiful Woman standing opposite him.

"Junior Sister Liu, why did you collude with the Demonic Dao Cultivators? The sect has treated you well," the green-robed Daoist said with a grim expression.

"Giggle. Collude with the Demonic Dao Cultivators? I've always been one of them. How could I be colluding with them?" The Middle-aged Beautiful Woman giggled, her face full of disdain.

The green-robed Daoist's pupils contracted. "What? Impossible! How could you be one of the Demonic Dao Cultivators? I entered the sect alongside you. We both cultivated bitterly for over a century to reach our current level. How could you be one of them?"

"Hmph, Senior Brother Li, are you really that stupid, or are you pretending? If I weren't one