Hearing the calmness in Liu Wuxie's words, as well as her unyielding determination, Xiao Hua sighed. Not just any cultivator could serve as the leader of a sect! Thinking of Xiong Yi, thinking of Sun Jian, then looking at Liu Wuxie before him, Xiao Hua naturally knew that he was absolutely not the sort of sect leader who could size up the situation and treat all the Creation Sect's disciples as chess pieces!
After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, she said no more and turned her gaze back to the skies. In the mere time it took to exchange a few words, even greater changes had taken place in the horizon blanketed by demonic clouds. Previously, threads of blood had been mixed amid the rolling demonic clouds, but now, not only had the clouds completely swallowed the light at the horizon, turning the entire Ping River darker than night itself, those blood threads had also become rivers of blood, flowing wantonly through the demonic clouds. What was strange was that these rivers of blood gave off dazzling crimson light, staining the darkness with bloodiness. Within each streak of red, one could even see wronged souls and devils. The devils were packed as densely as grains of sand in the Ping River, and they let out bizarre howls. Their cries differed from those of wandering souls, yet they were equally terrifying to hear!
Xiao Hua lowered his head to look at the Misty Sect. At this time, the Misty Sect's sect protecting formation had already been activated. Layer upon layer of splendor, like precious light, blossomed across more than a dozen great cities. The precious light shot into the heavens, resembling blossoms of sacred flowers, yet within the cores of those flowers, the shapes of raccoon dogs flickered in and out of