As soon as Li Xuan saw Monk Faxing's gaze, he knew something was wrong.
Those present either had enough Combat Power, or were extremely cautious of Ganlu Temple's abbot, Peng Fulai and Zhang Yue. Yue Qianqian not only hid behind Jiang Hanyun but also wore numerous powerful talismans. Ma Chenggong of the sixth house level, protected them.
However, Xue Yunrou who came from the direction of Tieweng City was a different case. She was bleeding from her mouth and nostrils, and her aura was chaotic.
At this time, Xue Yunrou should have been in the warehouse half-buried under Tieweng City, using her techniques in conjunction with the tortoise minister to protect Li Yan and Shi Shishi's three thousand soldiers and the prisoners.
Why had she retreated to this place? What had happened in Tieweng City?
"Yunrou, look out——"
Before Li Xuan could finish his sentence, he heard Lin Ziyang's roar from Tieweng City.
"Li Yan, meet your death!"
