Xiaoyi's corpse slid from the hands of a man dressed in black who was clearly at a loss. Behind him, countless men dressed in black surged forward like floodwaters.
"What's going on?" An elderly voice asked angrily, "What was that flame just now?"
"Elder, it might be a signal. Right now..."
"If we don't strike now, the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect will only be more prepared. You idiot, do you understand how much this will increase our losses? Attack with full strength."
Accompanied by the order from the elderly voice, countless shadows rushed forth like a tidal wave, heading straight for the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect's fortress. But at that moment, the fortress, having received the warning signal, was already brightly lit.
...
Early in the morning, Tang San bid farewell to Grandmaster, Flander, and his friends, setting off on his journey alone.
