These Rogue Cultivators, like the disciples of Whitehead Island, had come to guard Fragrantwater City and earn merit.
Hearing the Whitehead Island disciples call out to them, they hesitated briefly. In the end, they obediently went back to sleep...
Guard Tang Changsheng? They had no ties to him. And the Whitehead Island disciples had made themselves clear: anyone who stepped in to protect Tang Changsheng now would offend Whitehead Island...
Under those circumstances, not one of them insisted on protecting him!
The crowd was about to disperse when a mass of Black Cloud suddenly appeared, hurtling toward Elephantwater City with savage force.
Before it even drew near, the Divine Light protecting Elephantwater City began to contract. Wind roared, sand flew, and stones tumbled. The entire city woke with a start...
"It's a god of the Tribal Stockade Barbarians... Oh no, they've come to attack the city..."
"No, they're not attacking the city. Tang Changsheng's Illusory Spirit drew them here..."
Amid the cries, an immense pressure swept toward them, bearing a rank, bloody stench beyond description.
The stench was unlike that of a monster. An expert recognized it and shouted, "That's an Evil God worshipped through Blood Sacrifice! Everyone, be careful!"
The native gods of the Tribal Stockade Barbarians were held in little regard by the immortal cultivators of Eastern Glory. They were often called Evil Gods or Barbarian Gods, and Blood Sacrifice was all too common among them. As the foul wind poured in, weaker cultivators who breathed it in felt their chests and stomachs churn with nausea.
If even cultivators suffered so, ordinary people fared far worse. Across the city, countless elderly people, women, and children were vomiting until the world seemed to spin.
All this came from a single rush. The cultivators, Chen Feng included, went pale.
"Protect