"That red light is steeped in evil. It must be the work of demons." Li Xun frowned as he looked up at the sky above Qili Cave.
Hearing this, Shangguan Ce was pulled out of his thoughts. "Since it is the work of demons, then we should go forth and subdue them!"
"Martial Uncle is right!"
Shangguan Ce gazed into the flame-lit sky over Qili Cave, his eyes distant. "I'll go ahead. All of you follow at once!"
With that, he shot into the sky, turning into a streak of light that arced toward Qili Cave.
The Incense Valley disciples accompanying him were stirred to fervor by Shangguan Ce. They echoed him one after another, and before long the group quickened their pace, flying their treasures toward Qili Cave.
The mysterious figure on the Altar was already using all his strength to support the blood-red curtain of light, holding back the enormous fireball falling from the sky. If anyone had drawn close, they would have seen blood flowing from all seven of the mysterious man's orifices. He was already at the end of his strength.
The slaughter between the warriors of the Miao Tribe and Li Tribe could no longer be described as battle. It was more like a pack of starving beasts gnawing at one another, each wanting to tear a piece of flesh from the other so they themselves could survive.
Zhang Xiaofan discovered that the center of the huge fireball in the sky was actually black. It was a color of flame he had never heard of, never seen before. Not even the collections of Big Bamboo Peak and the Ghost King Sect had contained any relevant records.
The figure on the distant Altar was swaying more and more violently. Zhang Xiaofan knew that person could not