Xu Xuan charged into Heavenly Tribulation Mountain, where surging black curse script had already shrouded the wilderness.
Only by relying on his sword mystic qi's ability to destroy things down to the smallest detail did he barely manage to enter the spirit mountain. He became a streak of lightning and reached its heights in an instant.
Surging black curse script covered everything overhead. The barbarians who had been stationed here had been seized by the golden-bodied skeleton at the very outset and reduced to blood qi.
A heavy stench of blood rose from below, spreading through the mountain wilderness. The people of the Guarding the Azure Camp held their positions below. Although they had suffered casualties, their overall situation was still sound, allowing Xu Xuan to relax a little.
Of the sect's two Foundation Establishment cultivators, Liang Yong was badly injured. Black curse script covered his dharma body, and he was burning it away with gray-black [Alum-Falling Fire], the scars on his face looking hideous.
Fan Qingzhu looked alarmed as he treated the disciples' injuries. His [Compassion Heart Vase] operated at full power, fostering growth and recovery to heal everyone present, its clear, warm white dharma light coursing through his hands.
Heavy blood coated Liu Xingfang's sword, dripping down drop by drop. His body bore numerous wounds, and his sapphire-blue [Treading Light] array robes were tattered beyond recognition. He was regulating his breathing.
Xu Fayan was in much better condition, with scarcely any bloodstains even on his sleeves. His yellow eyes shone brightly as he looked over, holding the Origin-Yellow Blunt Ruler while Blue-Yellow dharma light circulated without pause.
Seeing Xu Xuan arrive, everyone's spirits lifted, and their morale rose considerably.
Her white dress stained with blood, Wen Si'an hurried forward with a grave expression and explained the earlier upheaval