"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Dong Gu Nü did not stop after blocking the entrance. The dozen or so formation flags remaining in her hands shot out swiftly and plunged into the ground. A shimmering dome of light immediately enveloped everyone.
"Phew! This is a Soundproofing Formation. It isn't much use against cultivators, but it should help us hide from those demon beasts!" After setting up the formation, Dong Gu Nü let out a long breath, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
"Huh? So many powerful demon beast auras!" Huang Hua suddenly exclaimed.
"Could they be sixth-tier demon beasts?" Ma Weiqi sensed them too, and his expression changed as he cried out.
"Put me down!" Li Xiaoya suddenly interrupted their conversation, his voice strained and breathless.
"Oh, right! Junior Brother Li, are you all right?" Huang Hua hurriedly set Li Xiaoya down and asked with concern.
"I'm not dead yet!" Li Xiaoya said dazedly. Rather than sit down to meditate and heal, he simply lay on the ground, tears streaming silently from his eyes.
"..." Everyone exchanged helpless glances, unsure what to say. Although they were accustomed to the brutal battles of the Cultivation World, where cultivators perished every day, it still left a bitter taste when death claimed their own loved ones, friends, or fellow disciples. The Immortal Dao might be heartless, but people were not grass and trees-how could they be without feeling? Since ancient times, how many immortal couples had been ensnared by love? Most of those present had met Liu Qingshan only once, yet seeing him suddenly killed before their eyes, his remains torn apart without even an intact corpse left behind, truly filled them with sorrow.
"J-Junior Brother Li!" Sorrow showed in Zhang Hong's eyes. She hesitated for a long time before finally offering gentle words