White Dragon Cave, the Yellow Springs Corpse-Controlling Scripture, and Patriarch Dixiang?

Yang Chen and the others escaped the imperial capital.

The six made no effort to control their descent. In just over a dozen breaths, they passed beyond the city walls.

They landed in the woods outside the city gate.

Tall trees crowded the mountainside beyond the imperial city, but autumn had stripped away most of their leaves. Bare trunks stood all around them, making the forest look desolate.

As though of one mind, none of the six returned to the Mount Fangcun camp. They feared the demons in the imperial city might follow them and bring disaster upon their junior brothers and sisters.

Fortunately, the demon seemed firmly trapped inside the imperial city, unable to break free.

The disciple from Flying Peak dropped onto the ground. He paid no mind to the mud, his face bright with undisguised relief.

"We're saved. We're saved."

Among the finest words in the world were "a scare and nothing more."

The six had survived a brush with death, and smiles spread across their faces.

Just then!

Curiosity filled Yang Chen. "Senior Sister Lü, how did you know there would be an opening to the southeast? And what was that violet-gold light just now?"

Xiao Wan'er did not answer. Instead, she looked back at the imperial city shrouded in sinister energy, her eyes full of worry.

Lü Qingyu also sensed that something was different about Xiao Wan'er today, though she could not say what.

Qin Shi suddenly looked up. His pupils contracted sharply, and he drew in a cold breath.

"Look!" His voice nearly broke.

The others followed his gaze. In an instant, the blood in their veins seemed to freeze.

Above the imperial city, a red-haired fiend loomed, blotting out the sky!

It had a blue-green face and jutting fangs. Its blood-red hair blazed