The four humans and one dragon concealed themselves in the void, keeping their distance.
Dressed in black, Jiang Changyue headed toward the stronghold.
The lunar barrier flashed. A martial artist with a cold expression called out, "Who goes there? Stop."
Jiang Changyue halted, a Lunar Sword appearing in her hand. In a weak female voice, she said, "My lord has fallen. I risked my life to escape and came to inform you."
"What? My lord has fallen?"
The martial artist's expression changed, and the other martial artists were shaken as they gathered around.
"Show us your true face. Let us see who you are," a middle-aged martial artist said coldly as he stepped forward.
Jiang Changyue fell silent for a moment, then slowly pulled down her hood, revealing a face covered in cracks. "Have you seen clearly?"
The martial artists were startled. Several of the more timid ones even took two steps back.
Covering her face again, Jiang Changyue lapsed into silence.
"Come in, Autumn Moon. What happened? Who did this?"
The lunar barrier opened, and the middle-aged martial artist hurried forward to greet her.
"Is there a Star Dao Realm lord here, Jiang Changkong?" Jiang Changyue asked.
"Jiang Changkong?"
An icy voice rang out. A young man emerged from inside the building, his gaze fixed on her. "You're saying Jiang Changkong did this?"
"Jiang Changkong led people here. There was a Nether Dragon by his side, and it has already entered the Star Dao Realm."
Jiang Changyue said in grief and fury, "My lord died at that Nether Dragon's hands."
"That Nether Dragon from Yellow Springs? It actually attained the Star Dao Realm and joined up with Jiang Changkong?"
The martial artists were stunned.
No wonder Jiang Changkong had wiped out several strongholds in succession. He had the Yellow