A surge of sinister fire rose in his heart, and with a monstrous howl, he charged into the group of Mingcang Sect Xuan Guang disciples who hadn't yet turned around. He disregarded the Xuan Guang Flying Swords completely and reached out his giant hand to grab them. With one sweep, he opened his gaping mouth and swallowed one whole. In no time, he had devoured more than twenty. Noticing more disciples attempting to flee toward the Flying Palace ahead, he burst into laughter, pulling out a pitch-black cloth bag. With a flick of his wrist, the bag opened its mouth, and an immense suction force instantly emerged, dragging all the disciples who hadn't yet entered the Flying Palace's prohibition inside.
Fang Hong, hiding inside the Flying Palace, could have saved these disciples by simply extending his hand at that moment. However, he merely watched coldly, letting Zhao Xiong capture the sect's disciples without showing the slightest intention of intervening.
