Spirit Beast Sect.
Rain fell from the sky.
The muddy mountain path was being washed by the rainwater overflowing the stairs, streaming down noisily.
But it was different.
Today’s rainwater was unnaturally red.
Gong Caiyi’s palm trembled, her eye corner twitching uncontrollably.
Gripping Jiang Fan’s arm, she pleaded in a near-begging tone:
“Jiang Fan, please tell me, they’re all okay.”
Her nails dug in hard.
They pierced into Jiang Fan’s arm, tiny streams of blood seeping through the black fabric.
Unfazed, he wrapped his arm around Gong Caiyi’s slender shoulder and said:
“Later, don’t look at the ground.”
“Find anyone still alive; save as many as you can.”
In an instant.
He turned to the Spirit Beast Sect disciples behind him and ordered, “Go far away, hide yourselves.”
“Don’t follow!”
“Brother Ren, Senior Sister Wu, help me rescue people.”
“Afterward, I’ll give each of you a Bodhi Pill.”
Wu Manyue shot him a cold glare.
With a flick of her sleeve, she sped up the stairs, rushing toward the mountain peak.
Ren Guhong also cast him a detached glance and said, “Who are you looking down on?”
Jiang Fan’s heart trembled slightly.
He cupped his fists in apology: “I’m sorry.”
Though their methods might be ruthless and cunning during normal resource disputes,
When faced with great righteousness,
They stood straighter than anyone.
Bringing up the Bodhi Pills as an incentive during this crisis—
Was undoubtedly an insult to them.
Killing intent surged in Jiang Fan’s heart.
He turned to the trembling Gong Caiyi in his embrace and said, “It’s time.”
“Don’t look at the ground, rescuing lives comes first.”
If anyone could still be saved, that is.
*Rip!*
Summoning the Thunder Dragon, he took her and rode it upward.
In an instant, they arrived at the peak of Spirit Beast Sect’s mountain.
In front of the once-spacious Task Hall, countless fragmented corpses lay scattered.
Under the rain’s wash,
The water-logged ground resembled a pool of blood.
Jiang Fan didn’t look but instead sharpened his ears to listen for sounds nearby.
*Clang!*
The distant sound of combat reached him.
Under normal circumstances,
A sudden noise of fighting would make one’s heart tighten.
But amidst the deadly silence here, it brought a sense of hope.
Like the cries of a newborn baby,
It heralded new life.
“Where there’s fighting, it means there are survivors.”
Jiang Fan murmured.
Light sparkled in Caiyi’s eyes.
She broke free from Jiang Fan and rushed toward the fighting.