A hundred thousand ghost soldiers vanished in an instant.
Above Yuntian Palace, only the blue sky and white clouds remained. What originally seemed like good weather now felt oppressive.
"Brat, the old bull-nose must have been taken back to the Ghost Sect. What do you plan to do? Go after him to the Ghost Sect?" Blood Monk said.
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head. Heading to the Ghost Sect now would undoubtedly be unwise; with his and Blood Monk's skills, going there would be suicide, and they couldn't possibly rescue Yu Yangzi.
"Then what do you intend to do?" Blood Monk asked.
Jiang Xiaobai sighed. At this stage, he didn't know what to do.
Watching the disciples of Yuntian Palace cry together, Jiang Xiaobai thought of that night at Five Immortals Temple. Although Yuntian Palace had not been annihilated, the strongest Sect Leader had died, leaving everyone suddenly without their pillar of support.
