"How could this be?"
Yu Ci was sharply taken aback. The demonic tribulation Hua Xifeng spoke of could be none other than the Plague Demon. Yet that was strange. This was the outskirts of the Sword Immortal Secret Realm; if one spoke of heavily afflicted areas, it could not compare to Mist Shadow Heaven even if one whipped a horse to death. These fellow disciples had all diligently cultivated orthodox Mystical Sect qi arts and elixir formulas, possessing an innate resistance to evil demons and Outer Dao. How could they have fallen into such a state?
"Was it the Pan Huang Sect?"
"I don't know."
Hua Xifeng slowly sat down, filling the space he had left empty during the rescue. It was precisely because he had forcibly abandoned his position that the flow of qi had descended into chaos. Yu Ci understood the situation and brought Ge Hui and the other two into the circle as well. Within it, he sensed wave after wave of low, sonorous chanting flowing over from Hua Xifeng and the others. It entered his ears like a stream washing through him, passing over his heart with a genuine effect of expelling demons and driving away evil.
Yu Ci had come all this way to Donghou Tomb to deal with the Pan Huang Three Swords and disrupt the Plague Demon's control center. Time was extremely pressing now, but seeing these fellow disciples who had fallen prey to the Dao, no matter how compelling his reason, he could not simply stand by with folded arms and leave.
Some of these fellow disciples had suffered extremely deep contamination of their souls, especially several senior brothers who had yet to reach the Spirit Communion Realm. As for those at the Returning Elixir Realm, their conditions were much better. A