"Tonight is dangerous enough that we might not even make it out of the Yellow Springs Netherworld Formation alive. That woman's determined to get herself killed. How could we possibly save her?"
Tang Changsheng did not spare her a second glance. He turned and walked away. Xin Chengying hesitated, then decided Tang Changsheng had a point. They did not even know the woman's name. How much could they be expected to do for her?
They had barely taken a few more steps when a scream came from behind them. The Red-Clothed Woman had likely met her end.
It was not that Tang Changsheng was cold-blooded. If he could have lent a hand, he would have.
But the woman had courted death herself, and more importantly, she had nothing to do with him. Saving her once had already been more than generous. Tang Changsheng was nowhere near noble enough to sacrifice himself for someone else.
"Junior sister!" A voice rang out, thick with shock and fury. A streak of sword light flashed like a rainbow, cleaving straight through wave after wave of corpses in an attempt to save her.
More than a dozen people followed behind him. They all looked bedraggled, plainly cultivators who had fought their way here. Judging by their clothing, they were not even from the same group; they seemed to have banded together along the way.
They were evidently disciples of various sects, each wielding remarkable arts of their own. Most striking were the two Heavenly Soldiers in silver armor at the front. A faint glow radiated from them, and the weapons in their hands were incomparably fierce. Wherever they passed, not a single Corpse Ghost could withstand one blow before being cut down.
Even Tang Changsheng's eyelids twitched at the sight. These Guardian Yin Soldiers were