Cloaked in concealing garments, Jiang Wang stealthily returned to the fore-mountain, only to be utterly aghast.

The Flesh-Slicing Devil? The Wicked Human Devil?

Zheng the Third? Li the Fourth?

The two buffoons he had strung upside down from the tree were actually top-ranked fiends among the Nine Great Human Devils?

The Heart-Swallowing Human Devil, Xiong Wen, had once instilled in him a profound shadow of death, an impression etched deeply in his memory. The reputation of the Nine Great Human Devils once filled him with terror, and he had consciously, or unconsciously, paid attention to their various misdeeds.

Devils were enemies of humankind.

The Nine Great Human Devils, bearing the moniker “Human Devil,” were naturally all guilty of profound blood debts, each deserving death a hundred times over.

Then there was this terrifying woman named Yanzi, whose cultivation was only at the Outer Building realm, yet she killed Feng Yue as easily as slaughtering a chicken. Her movements were so swift that not only did Feng Yue himself not react, but Jiang Wang, standing to the side, couldn’t clearly see what happened.

Having approached within such a close distance, Jiang Wang dared not move again. Concealing garments were ineffective against Divine Descent experts, and although these Human Devils were not at the Divine Descent level, they were all absolute powerhouses among Outer Building cultivators.

He had been detected by Dong A while moving through Xin’an City; he couldn’t be certain that these individuals wouldn’t discover him.

The ghostly mist outside the mountain hadn’t dispersed, and he wasn’t confident he could shake off the pursuit of these Human Devils after breaking through the Ghost Mist Formation.

For a time, he could only remain frozen in place, suppressing the intense emotions in his heart, quietly observing for an opportunity.

What shocked him the most was actually the blood-eyed young man.

This person was clearly one of the Human Devils, yet his appearance was distinctly that of Fang Pengju’s cousin from Maple Forest City, Fang Heling!

Jiang Wang was certain he wasn’t mistaken. Not much time had passed, and he had interacted with Fang Heling quite a bit; how could he not recognize him!

But Fang Heling… how had he become a Human Devil?

Hadn’t this man joined the White Bone Sect? If it was a misunderstanding back then, and he hadn’t joined the White Bone Sect, then he should have died within the Maple Forest City region.

What was going on now?

Jiang Wang split his attention, focusing on the situation in the field while also monitoring the changes within his Five府 Sea.

The changes after the Azure Cloud Pavilion landed in the Cloud Top Immortal Palace were progressing slowly and hadn’t yet concluded.

Within the Five 府 Sea, the return of the three lost buildings had finally restored a hint of the former glory of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace.

The Towering Cloud Pavilion was majestic, the Spirit Void Palace was grand, and the Azure Cloud Pavilion stood in the front section, an ancient pavilion standing proudly amidst the ruins.

When it finally harmonized with the Qi of the entire Cloud Top Immortal Palace under the integration of the Towering Cloud Pavilion, wondrous changes occurred.

“Flying!” The White Cloud Child stepped on wandering clouds, flying within the Immortal Palace complex.

The wandering clouds beneath his feet, originally as white as snow, now had faint cyan light emanating from them.

And beneath the entire ruinous complex of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, the cloud layer suspended in mid-air within the Five 府 Sea was also permeated with faint cyan cloud Qi.

At the same time, profound information flowed into Jiang Wang’s heart through the connection between the “Immortal Lord” and the Cloud Top Immortal Palace.

Unprecedented splendor and fantasy, greatness, vastness, variability, and brilliance.

A completely new world was opening its gates before Jiang Wang.

This kind of comprehension…

Was the… Immortal Arts… that the Nine Great Immortal Palaces once used to dominate the world!

In front of the open space, Yanzi killed Feng Yue as casually as if she were going out to buy some vegetables.

Turning back, she looked at Liang Jiu: “Don’t explain to me in the future, okay?”

It seemed she truly detested the so-called “explanations of men.”

Liang Jiu was stunned, then慌張 replied, “Okay… okay!”

“Good boy.” Yanzi reached out and touched his face: “Could you help big sister find all the people from the Feng and Chi lineages?”

Liang Jiu pursed his lips and lowered his head: “Okay.”

He was a relatively outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Azure Cloud Pavilion, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been familiar with Feng Yue before. He was naturally familiar with the Feng and Chi lineage cultivators within the sect.

At this time, he walked into the crowd, his eyes dodging, afraid to meet anyone’s gaze, but his hand pointed out the people he knew one by one.

The expressions in the crowd varied: hatred, contempt… and even pleading, but no one dared to say or do anything. They had already been intimidated and crushed.

Even Sect Master Chi Dingfang’s desperate struggle couldn’t stir up the slightest ripple. Even if these people really did something, what meaning could it have?

If the tree moved, it was only because of the urging of the violent wind, and had nothing to do with the ant desperately shaking it!

Such a reality was placed before everyone, creating a suppressed and painful silence for each and every one of them.

The crowd was silent, and only those who were pointed out by Liang Jiu walked out one by one without hesitation.

Even a nest of chicks knew how to flutter, peck, and scratch when being caught by humans.

But it was precisely these extraordinary cultivators who, after being extinguished of all hope, were not even as good as chicks.

Fang Heling, who inexplicably possessed a pair of blood eyes, strode to Feng Yue’s corpse, crouched down, lightly reached into the chest of the corpse, and extracted the still-warm heart.

He looked at the heart strangely, gazing at it for a long time.

Then he asked: “Where is your son hiding…?”

The heart in his hand suddenly burst open!

Fang Heling seemed to have received the answer.

He stood up and looked at Yanzi: “I’ll go and catch the person.”

The plainly named Yanzi didn’t speak but quietly gazed at Liang Jiu.

An invisible pressure weighed down on Liang Jiu’s footsteps, but he continued to walk forward.

Gradually… more and more people stood in the open space. All the Feng and Chi lineage cultivators in the mountain gate were gathered in the open space. Men and women crowded together. The previously arrogant and haughty disciples of the two lineages now looked like monkeys being watched in a cage.

They were uneasy, not knowing what kind of fate they were about to face.

That female devil said she wanted to gather them to do one thing? Hopefully… it really was just one thing!

No normal person would believe the words of a Human Devil, but they had no other choice.

Finally, Liang Jiu walked back to Yanzi: “I’ve found everyone.”

“Good, you did very well.” Yanzi spoke to him very gently: “Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”

“Zheng Fatty!” She turned her head and shouted at the Wicked Human Devil: “Squat further away, you’re scaring Little Jiu.”

Zheng Fatty rolled his eyes, stopped his whisper with Li Thin, and obediently moved his butt.

“It’s, it’s okay, he didn’t scare me.” Liang Jiu hurriedly said.

“You’re so sensible.” Yanzi was simply as tender as water at this time, softly saying: “When we just came up the mountain, we didn’t communicate well and accidentally killed a lot of people. There should also be disciples of the Feng and Chi lineages among them, right? Could you help me find their bodies and pile them here?”

Liang Jiu had no room to refuse, let alone the courage to refuse.

“Okay.” He could only say.

“You few.” Yanzi randomly pointed at a few non-Feng and Chi lineage cultivators of the Azure Cloud Pavilion who hadn’t been selected: “Listen to A-Jiu’s command. Carry whomever he tells you to carry, understand?”

So these few cultivators followed Liang Jiu to carry the corpses.

When all the corpses of the Feng and Chi lineage cultivators were piled up in the open space, Fang Heling also brought over Feng Ming, who was still struggling.

“Let me go… let me go…”

Feng Ming was shivering.

“What do you want? What do you want?”

But Fang Heling neither responded to him nor stopped him, but simply carried him forward!

Each step was like stepping on the sound of a heartbeat.