"You'd better hurry."
Murong Tian was panicking at the moment, worried that the Fenglan Sect protector would kill him, and hurriedly transmitted his voice.
"Just a bit more, don't worry, I won't let you die," Beiming Kong's voice transmitted back.
Not long after Beiming Kong's words fell, something eerie happened.
At the foot of the Fenglan Sect mountain, the blood freshly flowing from a swath of corpses incredibly vanished in a bizarre manner.
Outside the gates of Fenglan Sect, where the scent of blood was originally overwhelming, there was now not the slightest whiff of it, and the blood on the bodies of the dead had also disappeared.
Not only that, but within the Fenglan Sect, the blood from over ten thousand corpses was also slowly vanishing, a sinister scene occurring while the battling disciples and Nangong family members were alarmingly oblivious.
The Tianyuan Realm powerhouses in the sky were even more unaware, their attention entirely on their enemies.
