The moment they arrived at Hong Martial Sect, all three had killing intent on their faces.
At the entrance of Hong Martial Sect lay the corpses of two gatekeeping disciples.
Di yihong examined them and found that they had been dead for less than two days.
He immediately revived them.
When the two saw Di yihong, they immediately knelt before him.
"Sect Master, Demon Sect ambushed us. The Fourth Elder and Seventh Elder of Demon Sect captured the ladies."
"What?"
Di yihong's expression darkened as killing intent continuously poured from him.
"Where did they go?"
"We don't know either. When we tried to stop them, we were killed."
Di yihong said nothing more and walked straight into the courtyard.
The bodies of the Hong Martial Sect disciples who had remained behind were scattered across the ground.
After reviving everyone, one disciple stepped forward.
"Sect Master, I roughly know where the ladies were taken."
"Where?"
"Undead Mountain."
Upon hearing that place, Di yihong turned to leave.
"Di yihong, wait. This Undead Mountain isn't as simple as you think."
Di yihong looked at Tang San, who had spoken.
"Undead Mountain supposedly once housed a sect. It was quite benevolent, and its sect master was a kind man. He even provided aid to the surrounding sects. But one day, that sect vanished. Every sect searched all over Undead Mountain, yet they couldn't find a single trace. That sect disappeared, but the surrounding sects still received the same aid every month. Over time, rumors spread that the sect had been hidden away by the undead in the mountain."
"Hmph, I don't care what it is. They dared to kidnap Rongrong and the others. Forget a mere mountain—even if it were the underworld, I'd tear it apart."
Di yihong sneered and rushed toward Undead Mountain.