Just as Mo Caihuan, Dong Xuan'er, Chen Qiaoqian, and Xiao Cui'er were hiding halfway up this mist-shrouded mountain, spying on the Devil Dao fiends in the distance and wondering whom they were lying in wait for, a gust of wind suddenly swept over from afar. The Devil Dao fiends, who had been lying in wait all around, abruptly sprang into action.
"??"
"Hey!"
"Sister Mo!"
"Tell me, what are they doing?"
"I don't see anyone coming..."
After watching for a while, Xiao Cui'er saw that the fiends seemed to be preparing some kind of technique, but there was no target in sight. She couldn't help finding it strange.
"..."
Mo Caihuan didn't say anything. She only shook her head, looking bewildered.
She hadn't seen anyone come out of Yellow Maple Valley, yet the Devil Dao fiends were about to launch an attack—and they were aiming at an empty canyon ahead. It made no sense to her.
"Ah!"
"That's..."
"Is that the Skyfire Art of the Flame Devil Sect?"
"Senior Sister Dong, who are they going after?"
Soon, red clouds spread across the sky. Then Chen Qiaoqian saw what looked like flames raining down from above. Huge fireballs fell from the sky, blanketing a vast stretch of the canyon ahead as they crashed down without any apparent target.
"I don't..."
"!"
"Oh no! I remember now—that's the Wind-and-Cloud Sail!"
"Is that Master?!"
Dong Xuan'er had just been about to say she didn't know either when she suddenly remembered something. She cried out and immediately tried to rush out.
"Don't!"
Luckily, Mo Caihuan was right beside her. She reached out and stopped her just in time.
Just then, she and everyone else saw a huge eagle-headed flying boat suddenly appear in the distance, inside the Devil Dao fiends' ambush. The Flame Devil