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.
