Facing Qiong Leng Again

At this moment, everyone on the fortress walls felt utter despair. Bloodshot veins spread through their eyes as they could only watch helplessly while the Three Mulan Elders moved to kill their guardian deity.

But just as the Three Mulan Elders were about to attack, a startled cry came from high above. Everyone looked up sharply, their expressions instantly turning stunned as they saw a figure plummeting from the sky at incredible speed.

Yet that familiar voice made Yaoye's heart tremble.

"Damn beast, just you wait..." The falling figure roared furiously. However, he reacted swiftly, halting himself before reaching the fortress and standing suspended in midair.

It was a young man in azure robes.

"Damn it, good thing I can fly now, or I'd have been crippled from that fall," the azure-robed youth said, patting his chest in lingering fear. Then a pungent smell made him instinctively lower his head to look at the ground.

The scene below made his pupils shrink sharply. Corpses carpeted the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and his heart skipped a beat as he noticed that something was wrong with some of the people below. They gave him a familiar feeling.

They were just like the puppets controlled by Qiong Leng.

The youth suddenly raised his head and scanned the surroundings. The enormous fortress first entered his sight, followed by a familiar woman staring blankly at him, her face covered in tear streaks. She was being held down by two middle-aged men, who looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

The youth was about to speak when he sensed something and abruptly turned around. Three old men were narrowing their eyes as they examined him, while several more figures flew over from the distance.

"Are