"Fellow Daoist Huang, there was no need to shout. Around your Vermilion Bird Hall... I fear there was no longer a single living person!" Xiao Hua said quietly, but his gaze was fixed on the gleaming Water Silk outside the Vermilion Bird Hall, the rustling sound of water still echoing in his ears.
"What?" Huang Tianle's face turned deathly pale. His body swayed twice, and he nearly fell before Huang Mengxiang hurriedly supported him.
"What is it, Fellow Daoist Huang? You..." Xiao Hua asked curiously.
"Alas, this old man's divine sense has been gradually weakening..." Huang Tianle said with a bitter smile. "Moreover, the area around the Vermilion Bird Hall seems to have been enveloped by heavenly lightning. Divine sense cannot extend beyond it!"
"Mm." Xiao Hua nodded. His divine sense had been blocked after extending barely ten feet beyond the Vermilion Bird Hall, while his Buddhist sense could only barely reach a hundred feet. With Huang Tianle's early Foundation Establishment cultivation, he likely could not even probe beyond the Vermilion Bird Hall.
"Cough, cough. This old man should go take a look first! So many fellow Daoists have died!" Huang Tianle actually coughed twice, like a decrepit mortal old man.
"Grandfather, you should not go. You are old, and your body..." Huang Mengxiang urged softly.
"Xiang'er, I am merely going to take a look..." Huang Tianle said in a low voice. "As the head of the Huang family, how could this old man not step forward at such a time? You should come with me as well!"
"Yes, Grandfather!" Huang Mengxiang answered quietly. Huang Yun and Yang Yu followed behind him as well.
Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and swept outside again with his Buddhist sense. Then he looked over the entire Vermilion Bird Hall, a sense of foreboding