Ascending into the Sky, Encountering Cannon Fire, the Old Immortal is Suppressed by True Might

"Senior Brother, should I directly activate the formation and relocate us outside the city for now?"

Daoist Yujing watched the elite Blood-Clad Army troops continuously pouring in and asked with a frown.

Xuanmingzi shook his head. "No need. Your injuries have only recently healed; using a teleportation formation would still be too much of a burden on you."

"Besides, even if we can leave the city today, we will have to come back sooner or later. The misunderstanding from back then, the debt we owe the common people—it must be settled here in the end. We cannot run from it."

He turned to look at the Blood-Clad Army streaming toward them, his gaze growing more solemn.

"These soldiers all possess cultivation, their physiques are extraordinary, and many have even opened their apertures. They must not be underestimated."

One or two squads of such soldiers were nothing to Taoists like them, who had cultivated for centuries. But with so many Blood-Clad Army soldiers gathered together, their combined momentum was like black clouds bearing down overhead, becoming a formidable force.

More importantly, they had come this time to make amends for the misunderstanding. Burdened by guilt, they were unwilling to harm the soldiers' lives, and with their hands and feet thus tied, they inevitably faced many constraints.

As more Blood-Clad Army troops converged from every direction, the street where Xuanmingzi and the others stood had long since been surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through.

The clash of armor and the synchronized march of boots intertwined, creating a suffocating pressure.

Clad in jet-black battle armor with a longsword at his waist, Meng Tian stepped out from the ranks of the Blood-Clad Army and strode to a spot not far before them.

Tall and straight, he radiated the fierce bearing