"Get out of the way—" Master Ling Yi imdiately yelled, but behind him, Master Chang Ling, who had risen to his feet, lunged at him swiftly. Master Ling Yi, unable to multitask, instinctively lashed out with his whip but failed to anticipate that the opponent would suddenly leap, dodging the attack.
Master Ling Yi sensed trouble and, concerned about the safety of the three disciples behind him, could not afford to stay engaged. He fell back rapidly, lashing out again with his whip. The disciple revived from the dead was imdiately flung aside. But before Master Ling Yi could catch a breath, "Master Chang Ling" had pounced on him again, this ti with even greater speed and strength.
The three disciples regained their senses and imdiately joined hands to tackle the ergency. Despite their panic, they managed to trigger everyone’s instinct to survive.
"Get to the camp’s main gate—" Master Ling Yi once again fended off Chang Ling and quickly instructed as he turned around.
The four of them rushed towards the camp’s main gate imdiately. The Formation focused at the main gate and around the periphery of the camp, but not in the center. Other mages had realized this as well and were heading to the main gate too.
Master Ling Yi had just passed a tent when he saw a disciple of Qiandao Temple get pounced on and his heart ripped out. Before he could intervene, another mage stumbled out from behind the tent, chased by another "deceased" disciple of Qiandao Temple.
"Master Ling Cong, wake up—" the fleeing disciple shouted in panic, trying to awaken the person chasing him.
Suddenly, the Qiandao Temple disciple known as Master Ling Cong hesitated in his steps, giving hope to the one in front. The latter imdiately stopped to check on him, but Master Ling Yi quickly whisked the person away with his whip.
"Elder brother—" the disciple, still in shock, looked towards Master Ling Yi. He had been close associates with him for seven or eight years.
"Ling Cong is already dead. It’s not Ling Cong anymore," Master Ling Yi said coldly. Looking around, screams and the sounds of fighting instantly plunged the entire camp into chaos. It all seed so surreal.
So escaping disciples had their hearts ripped out, and blood was everywhere. Scattered torches ignited tents, and fire broke out, accompanied by constant screams.
Many agile disciples managed to escape; upon seeing Master Ling Yi, they gathered around him, clutching him like a lifeline. In an instant, more than ten people had assembled around Master Ling Yi. Despite their disheveled appearance, so without even ti to put on cotton clothes, fear had already overco the cold. Their eyes were all fixed on Master Ling Yi.
"Quickly notify all the survivors to head to the camp’s main gate—" Master Ling Yi imdiately cald down, realizing that if he lost his composure now, today might mark the end for all the disciples of Qiandao Temple.
Everyone cald down and quickly spread out in all directions to inform the disciples who were still darting around the camp.
Master Ling Yi imdiately led his group directly to the camp’s main gate. By now, many disciples had also gathered there, drawn by the cries of Master Chang Yu and others. They had heard disturbances inside the camp but didn’t know what exactly had happened. Upon seeing Master Ling Yi leading a group towards them, with disciples behind him in a disarray, they were imdiately shocked.
"Elder brother, is it a covert attack by the people of Ghoul Ravine?" Master Chang Yu promptly asked as he approached.
Master Ling Yi, without ti to answer, rushed to the edge of the Formation, only to see two monstrous figures still trapped within the Formation. So, what exactly had gone wrong?
A vexation crossed Master Ling Yi’s mind when suddenly the creature reached out directly at him. Master Chang Yu imdiately intervened, his ice-blue smoke breaking up the creature’s extended tendrils. The black smoke mingled with the blue, suddenly turning into rolling dark red smoke that rushed towards Master Chang Yu’s face.
"Be careful—" Master Ling Yi spoke out while his Golden Whip already swung into action. Fortunately, this mass of smoke had not yet gathered enough force and vanished into the air like fireworks.
"Was there anything unusual beforehand?" Master Ling Yi suddenly spoke, and in an instant, an idea abruptly sprung into his mind.
This formation of dark red smoke had always baffled him, but now, Master Ling Yi had a bold thought.
Master Chang Yu was taken aback, a flicker of guilt flashed through his eyes as he lowered his head and shook it in panic.
"Brother, there has not been..."
Master Ling Yi had watched Master Chang Yu grow up; he recognized the look of guilt at a glance, realizing that the other was hiding sothing from him, Master Ling Yi imdiately shouted loudly.
"Chang Yu, are you still hiding things from ? Speak up now!"
Chang Yu looked up in fright, glanced again at the chaotic campsite, not knowing where the problem lay or whether it was related to him, but now, he could not even convince himself.
"During the early hours, Brother Chang Ling secretly went in—" Chang Yu said, pointing towards the Formation, Master Ling Yi imdiately clutched his head in agony.
In an instant, he understood why those people were fighting more fiercely and why their numbers were increasing; it turned out that the Spells they used were the best dicine to replenish their vitality.
Master Ling Yi could not care to scold Master Chang Yu, especially since Qiandao Temple’s disciples had either died or were injured, leaving not many left to take charge. Just as Master Ling Yi was about to speak, he heard chaos erupting behind him.
About twenty or thirty mages at this mont were desperately rushing toward the camp’s gate, led by Master Qin Liang, who still held his clothes in his hands, yelling as he walked.
"Run, run, don’t fight back, the more we fight, the stronger they get—" Master Qin Liang’s voice kept repeating, followed by more and more disciples.
"Brother, brother—" Upon seeing Master Ling Yi, Master Qin Liang seed to have seen hope itself, and the crowd behind him charged towards him as if they had seen a hope for life.
Behind them, a similarly large number of monsters were chasing them, rged into a single mass, and many more were not yet agile.
Without a second thought, Master Ling Yi imdiately swung his Golden Whip, opening the two formations at the gate of the camp.
"Get through—" he said, leading them into the formation. Without any doubt, everyone rushed in after him, and the monsters also charged in, suddenly emitting a burst of golden light as all the golden light shot into the sky, forming streams the thickness of fingers. anwhile, another mage had already led people outside the formation, now beyond the camp’s gate, where the monsters relentlessly surged into the formation behind them.
For a mont, the horrific and sharp cries of the monsters, frantically biting at the golden rays, caused everyone’s scalp to tingle as they stood silently outside the camp gate, their hearts pounding as they watched the monsters trapped in the formation.
No, not monsters, these had once been their brothers and sisters.
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