Beiling Commandery had fallen completely.
Even though Kong Jiao and the others were far from the heart of the war, the thunderous roar of battle still carried over, shaking all directions.
The fringe war zone had likewise become lively after the three giant spirit boats descended.
Led by disciples from the second echelon of the Cangwu Sect, they engaged in fierce slaughter with the Blood-Robed Alliance disciples who had been driven from the central battlefield into the peripheral regions.
Though the cultivators in this area were relatively weak, the brutality was no less than at the center of the battlefield.
Every moment, enemies or Cangwu Sect disciples died in this battle.
The Blood-Robed Alliance's bizarre Dao techniques truly made them impossible to guard against.
Fortunately, after paying the price of many lives, the Cangwu Sect disciples had grasped the tricks behind those Blood-Robed Alliance techniques and barely stabilized the situation. Both sides fought back and forth.
The team led by Jiang Bairen, heading to cover the civilians' evacuation, also encountered several scattered Blood-Robed Alliance disciples who had been driven from the center of the battle to the outskirts on their way to the mission site.
The outcome went without saying. More than a dozen people swarmed them and blasted them until not even dregs remained.
It somewhat vented the resentment in their hearts.
As for encountering fellow Cangwu Sect disciples, both sides merely exchanged greetings before brushing past one another.
They were busy hurrying to the mission site. Who had time to chatter in this damned place?
They hurried onward until the sun slanted westward.
Huff! With a longbow on his back, Kong Jiao concealed himself in the dark shadows of the forest and advanced as silently as a ghost.
Throughout the process, his eyes constantly watched his surroundings, ready