Jiang Liuli followed Huang Xiao because she had no better option. Fan Zhongkun blocked her way ahead, and even if he did not kill her, the Heavenly Evil Sect elders were behind him. They had already entered the "mist," and they would not spare her simply because she belonged to the Sword Pavilion.
After all, her Martial Uncles from the Sword Pavilion were fighting the Heavenly Evil Sect's other experts outside this secluded valley. How could either side spare someone from the other?
So deep down, she still felt that staying with Huang Xiao and joining forces might give them a slightly better chance of survival.
"Boy, this is a dead end. Where do you think you can run?" Fan Zhongkun sneered.
In fact, they were only a hundred zhang from the end of the secluded valley. Huang Xiao and Jiang Liuli soon reached it, only to face a sheer cliff that soared into the sky. Like a wall, it blocked their path and sealed off their escape route.
There was nothing here except a pile of enormous Boulders nearly a zhang high, scattered in a corner several zhang to their side. These massive rocks looked as though they had tumbled down from the cliff and piled up together.
But when Huang Xiao glanced at these Boulders, a strange feeling seemed to flash through his heart. He seemed to sense the presence of a formation.
There was no more time to consider it now, however. He merely took it for a hallucination caused by the invading evil qi.
Fan Zhongkun had already reached them from behind. They had nowhere to flee and nowhere to retreat.
By now, Jiang Liuli's body had begun to tremble slightly, and her small face had grown somewhat pale.
Huang Xiao was suffering too. The invasion