o attendants immediately stepped forward, each extending a hand to grab Fang Yu's shoulders."Wait a minute." Fang Yu suddenly spoke.The two attendants were taken aback."Let me make it clear, once you...From their clothing and aura, they appeared to be ordinary mortals.

“What are you going to do... let us out...” someone cried from inside the cage.

Many people noticed the scarlet blood on the tower below and smelled the stench of blood in the air, their faces paling with horror.

Some people smelled a strong metallic odor, and some even started to feel nauseous.

For a time, the environment, which had only been filled with the sound of rain, was suddenly overwhelmed by cries and pleas for help.

Facing these voices, the thirteen crimson-robed monks on the tower platform remained unresponsive.

The red-robed monk who had taken the cage, with a flick of his right hand, produced a pitch-black dagger.

He clasped the dagger in both hands and muttered an incantation.

"Are they going to kill people to complete their ritual!" Xiao Ling's face changed drastically, and she could no longer hold back.

Fang Yu's eyes turned cold.

Just then, dozens of auras suddenly appeared from behind.

Fang Yu immediately turned his head and looked back.

Dozens of black-robed cultivators charged toward the tower.

This group of cultivators were menacing, their intentions clearly hostile!

Fang Yu thought for a moment, then pulled Xiao Ling towards a higher position.

And at this moment, the group of red-robed monks on the watchtower also turned their heads to look into the distance.

"Black Emperor…"

One of the robed monks spoke coldly.

Dozens of black-robed cultivators arrived quickly before the tower.

This group of cultivators did not conceal their faces.

As can be seen, they are all men, a total of thirty-eight people.

The man at the front, with a rugged face and a bushy beard.

This group of cultivators shared a common feature, a black inverted triangle mark on their foreheads.

"Hahaha... Hualien is really dead!" the bearded man laughed heartily.

He saw the cage on the watchtower, and the crowd of people crying inside. He then said with a sneer: "You've gathered so many living people. Are you trying to resurrect your Lord Hualian with their blood"

"I'm sorry, you missed your opportunity."

Today, we Hei Di Luo are going to wipe out your Xue Lian Hua!

The bearded man spoke, his body radiating immense power.

Dozens of his subordinates behind him also released their cultivation auras.

This group of cultivators all emanated an aura of murderous intent.

It's obvious that these newly arrived black-robed cultivators are essentially no different from those red-robed cultivators; they are all evil cultivators.

"The struggle between the demonic sects..." Fang Yu looked down at the scene, his eyes flickering.

Blood lotus, Black Emperor Luo.

This must be the names of those two evil sects.

"Boom!"

At this time, those so-called Dark Emperor Luo monks below have already begun their attack on the tower.

Their true energy struck directly at the tower, but it was blocked by the invisible shield surrounding the tower.

“There’s a formation on the watchtower, break it!” The burly monk shouted.

As soon as the command was given, four Black Emperor Cultivators behind him responded and charged forward.

They clasped their hands in a gesture, and then spat out a black bead from their mouths, which burst apart in mid-air.

The beads exploded, erupting in a cloud of black mist.

The black mist instantly expanded, surging toward the watchtower.

The invisible shield atop the tower was engulfed by a thick wave of black mist, followed by a sound like that of evaporation.

"

“Hmm…”

"

After a moment, the invisible shield atop the tower shattered with a deafening roar!

That swarm of black mist surged directly toward the watchtower!

Protect Hualien!

A robed monk in red shouted.

Six monks rushed directly to the center of the tower platform, protecting the corpse in red.

And the remaining seven robed cultivators rushed to the edge of the tower, raising their hands.

"Boom!"

A burst of pink energy exploded, scattering the large cloud of black mist.

"You came all the way to Yutian Forest… isn't it because there is some kind of secret here A secret that could bring back your Huai Lian elder to life…" The bearded monk looked at the red-robed monk in front of him and grinned.

No one answered his question.

The bearded monk's smile vanished, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as he said, "Later, you won't have to say this secret, you will."

At this moment, he transformed into a fierce tiger, pouncing forward at the red-clothed cultivator.

And seven red-robed monks raised their hands and recited incantations together.

"Bang!"

They both thrust out their palms, condensing a crimson mark before them.

This mark looks like a bright red lotus.

The tiger transformed from the great beard hadn't even touched the lotus flower, just contact with its blooming radiance caused it to let out a scream as if struck hard, its form becoming unsteady.

"Ah..."

Behind the bearded man, many of his men also cried out in pain.

They all had their eyes covered, blood seeping from between their fingers, it was quite gruesome.

They were dealt a heavy blow just by looking at the crimson lotus mark ahead, without having done anything.

The invisible Fang Yu in the air immediately acted.

He reached out with his right hand and, with a gentle grasp, pulled the cage suspended above the tower platform straight down.

At this moment, the six crimson-robed monks standing around the corpse in red robes all raised their heads and looked up.

"There are others!"

Six crimson-clad monks looked at each other, releasing their auras.

They chanted together, raised their hands, and released a faint red glow that grasped the ascending cage.

"Om..."

The cage trembled in the air, neither rising nor falling.

That group of ordinary people inside has been so frightened they can't even cry anymore, only stunned silence remains.

"Mr. Fang, we..." Xiao Ling looked at Fang Yu, wanting to leave.

"You don't need to move, they are just a few cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage. They can't beat me," Fang Yu said.

Having said that, Fang Yu clenched his right hand tightly.

"Bang!"

In the air, a deafening explosion.

The cage shook violently.

And the six red-robed cultivators who were on the tower, releasing their true qi and trying to take back the cage, all let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, the cage in mid-air swiftly flew upwards and reached Fang Yu's front.

Fang Yu grabbed the cage and immediately charged forward, away from the watchtower.

But at this moment, the tower was in complete disarray.

The seven red-robed cultivators ahead were still fighting with Heidi Luo's men.

However, there is also an unseen opponent lurking above!

"Alert! Be sure to protect Master Huālián's safety!" a red-robed cultivator shouted.

Six crimson-robed monks were struck hard by Fang Yu's previous attack, their veils stained with blood spat from their wounds.

They stared wide-eyed, watching the cage drift further and further away.

But at that time, they could not give chase.

The top priority is still to take good care of Master Hualian's well-being!

……

Fang Yu and Xiao Ling, carrying the cage, flew to a hill slope that was still intact, three hundred meters away.

Fang Yu released a burst of true qi, shrouding the cage and blocking the rain from falling on it.

At this moment, most of the people inside the cage have fainted.

Fang Yu grabbed the cage and charged forward, his speed was too fast for them to handle.

"Almost done."

Fang Yu retracted Xuan Ran's Qi and revealed his true form.

From this position, one can still see the tower.

Although the weather was incredibly gloomy, at this moment, perhaps it was a coincidence, the clouds above the watchtower kept flickering with lightning.

Through layers of dark clouds, faint thunder could be heard.

"You watch them here, I'll go check the situation." Fang Yu said to Xiao Ling.

"Good." Xiao Ling replied.

Fang Yu looked towards the distant tower, his figure leaping and charging forward once more.

This time, he kept rising in height.

In terms of the battle situation, Hei Diluo is completely no match for Xue Lianhua.

After the seven red-robed monks unleashed that mark resembling a red lotus, the group of Black Emperor Luo cultivators had blood burst from their eyes.

Such magic...

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his view, the cultivators of Blood Lotus were stronger than those of Black Emperor Luo.

Although there were quite a few cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul stage on Hei Di Luo's side, their auras weren't particularly different, they were just ordinary.

But the aura of this group of red-clothed cultivators, the Blood Lotus Sect, gave Fang Yu a faint sense of danger.

This sense of danger came from nowhere, Fang Yu couldn't say for sure.

"Don't look directly at this red lotus, attack them from the side!" the bearded monk shouted, covering his eyes.

As soon as he shouted, many of his men followed suit.into the center of Zhenyu Stage, where smoke and dust billowed."Bang!"Then, a muffled explosion rang out."Ugh..."Two seconds later, the Mad Lion Supreme roared in pain, its body shooting out of the co...