The same thing happened over at the Seven Tigers Alliance. Cries of agony rang out, brief and miserable.
In barely two breaths' time, more than seventy percent had died. Yet there were still exceptions here, and Old Madam He's expression darkened further, as though water could drip from it.
The two male and one female cultivators among the Blood Lantern Sect's personal disciples were all late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, their cultivation formidable. To their surprise, they had managed to withstand the ambush.
After discovering that Chen Xingshan and Chong Yangzi were absent, they had grown tense and developed a bad feeling. They had long kept their eyes fixed on Old Madam He.
The instant Old Madam He raised her hand, an intense, extreme palpitation rose in the hearts of all three. They nearly raised their hands at the same time, and three clusters of dancing flames appeared in their hands.
All three flames were blood-red and no thicker than a thumb. The moment they appeared, they rose into the air and, in an instant, formed an arcing lantern flame over the trio's heads, firmly sheltering them within.
The oily green flames descended upon it immediately afterward. Had they been even a fraction slower, the flames would certainly have reached their bodies.
As the two kinds of flame met, it was as though they had encountered burning oil. With a boom, red and green flames more than thirty feet high erupted, accompanied by a string of sizzling sounds.
Yet they failed to break through the arc of blood-red fire. Instead, the bleak green flame that had split off to attack them seemed to have been devoured, leaving only a few scattered sparks in the blink of an eye.
But after just that one exchange, the faces of the three Blood Lantern