As Wu Dayi fell to the ground.
The wind rose!
The world returned to normal. The starry sky vanished, the blood rain disappeared, and the bloody wind died away.
"Rustle, rustle..." The onlookers thought it was all over, but a faint rustling suddenly arose.
The Poison God's body swayed. The long robe on him fell away like butterfly wings, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly spread from his body.
"Save them!" Zeng Shuchang was the first to react. He rushed toward He Dazhi and the others lying on the ground.
Shuiyue also reacted and hurried after him. Behind her, Azure Cloud Sect disciples summoned their treasures and streaked toward the Big Bamboo Peak disciples.
The Ghost King stood with one hand behind his back, watching the scene with an unreadable expression. Sanmiao Fairy was completely stunned by the attack unleashed through the combined efforts of three Big Bamboo Peak disciples. This was no ordinary sword art or spell. She had no idea what it was, but she knew one thing: the Azure Cloud Sect was about to truly rise, standing atop the cultivation world where none could surpass it!
"Master!" A furious shout rang out from the distance. As the voice faded, a figure appeared in everyone's sight.
"Sixth Senior Brother!" Seeing him, Zeng Shushu didn't know how to face him. They had come to save people, yet compared with the Big Bamboo Peak master and his disciples, who were now in such a pitiful state, they had come through unscathed. The contrast filled him with shame.
"Senior Brother! Junior Brother!"
Du Bishu appeared beside Tian Buyi with Footwork. Seeing Tian Buyi and Luo Yunji unconscious at his feet, and Wu Dayi, He Dazhi, and Zhang Xiaofan lying farther away, their lives uncertain, his eyes widened with fury. He