As Wu Dayi collapsed to the ground.
The wind rose!
The world returned to its original state; the starry sky vanished, the blood rain disappeared, and the foul stench dissipated.
"Rustle, rustle..." The onlookers thought it was over, but a sudden, faint rustling sound echoed.
The Poison God's body swayed in the center of the field. His long robes disintegrated into "butterfly wings" that scattered, and a mist of blood suddenly billowed from his body.
"Save them!" Zeng Shuchang was the first to react, rushing toward He Dazhi and the others who had fallen.
Shuiyue also reacted, following closely behind. Behind her, the Azure Cloud disciples transformed into streams of light, rushing toward the Big Bamboo Peak group.
The Ghost King stood with one hand behind his back, watching the field with an unreadable expression. Sanmiao Fairy was completely stunned by the attack unleashed by the three Big Bamboo Peak disciples. It was no longer a simple sword technique or spell; she had no idea what it was. But she knew one thing: the Azure Cloud Sect was truly rising, standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, beyond anyone's reach!
"Master!" A roar came from afar. As the sound faded, a figure appeared in everyone's line of sight.
"Sixth Senior Brother!" Zeng Shushu didn't know how to face him. They had come to save people, yet compared to the miserable state of the Big Bamboo Peak master and his disciples, they were completely unscathed. The contrast left him feeling deeply ashamed.
"Senior Brother! Junior Brother!"
Du Bishu arrived beside Tian Buyi using his footwork. Seeing the unconscious Tian Buyi and Luo Yunji at his feet, and the three others—Wu Dayi, He Dazhi, and Zhang Xiaofan—lying in the distance, dead or alive unknown, his eyes widened in rage. He scanned