At that instant, everyone stared at the shattered bronze gate.
That spot was still covered in dense, dark-red flesh tentacles.
But a path to survival leading out of Carefree Tower had appeared before us.
At the same time, several people appeared at the other end of the passage.
Leading them was an elderly Taoist clad in a purple robe, his graying hair tied in a Taoist topknot, a green ritual sword in hand.
He had clearly blasted open the bronze gate from outside.
Several people stood at his sides.
I recognized two of them.
One was Second Senior Sister Diwu Wanxi. The other was the tall, powerfully built monk Iron Tube from Soaring Cloud Temple on Wutai Mountain, whom I had met before.
The rest wore green Taoist robes, seven or eight of them in all.
Though I did not recognize the others, I instantly guessed who they were.
Mount Qingcheng. Taoist Hengyu.
The moment we saw this, every one of us showed shock and delight.
"Martial Granduncle!"
"Senior Sister!"
"Wanxi!"
"..."
Almost at once, our group cried out toward those outside.
"Senior Brother Qingshan!"
"Get out here!"
"Master, Senior Brother, Junior Brother..."
"..."
Those outside were shouting as well.
Xiao Yu came to her senses too.
"Go!"
No one hesitated in the slightest. The instant Xiao Yu spoke, all of us charged toward the gate.
But just as we moved, the ever-expanding eyeball overhead had already become enormous.
With a thunderous boom, the eyeball exploded.
The instant it burst, it released incomparably powerful energy.
The energy transformed into a roaring tsunami and swept toward us.
Xiao Yu did not retreat. Instead, she shielded all of us from behind and raised the Black Umbrella.
A terrifyingly frigid yin force erupted from her entire body.
Demonic patterns appeared on the Black