I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Under the influence of this powerful force, the surrounding clouds began to drop raindrops, but these raindrops turned into countless sharp sword rains the moment they fell, densely packed and slanting towards Wu Du Ming, like a silver net of death, ready to completely cover him.

Seeing this, Wu Duoming's face was as solemn as steel, and he didn't dare slack off even a little. He quickly formed a spell with his giant bloody hand, muttering something to himself. As he moved, two enormous bloody handprints, emitting a rich, bloody aura, slowly formed in front of him, like two blood-red shields, attempting to block the oncoming attack.

However, under the continuous destruction of the sword rain and the strong wind and lightning, the bloody handprint gradually showed signs of collapse, and cracks spread like spider webs, as if it could shatter and dissipate at any time.

Moreover, the leaking sword rain was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the disciples of Blood Hand Castle below.

The ordinary disciples of Blood Hand Fort were completely powerless to withstand such a powerful attack, while the elders, who possessed formidable combat capabilities, were now pinned down by the elders of the Nebula Pavilion, unable to intervene and rescue them. Coupled with the relentless and fierce bombardment of the Great Dao Divine Cannon, Blood Hand Fort's disciples began to suffer tangible casualties. The battlefield was instantly stained red with blood, transforming into a horrific scene of hell on earth.

Wu Duoming watched the tragic scene, his heart aching as if being pierced by thousands of needles, dripping blood. He had never expected the Xingyun Pavilion to produce such a powerful magical weapon—the Great Dao Divine Cannon. His disciples were injured by the terrifying artillery fire before they could even engage in close combat, being mercilessly blocked from the outside and unable to unleash their full potential.

What was even more unexpected for him was that Meng Kongchan, the Lord of Fenglei Palace, would suddenly come to help at this critical moment, completely disrupting his plans and putting him in an extremely passive situation.

What should I do? Wu Duming's thick brows were tightly knitted together, and a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes.

If he chose to escape now, the result would be that he would not be able to avenge himself, but would also lose a large number of disciples in vain, which would undoubtedly make him a laughing stock in the entire foreign land.

But if he doesn't leave, this deadlock that cannot be broken in a short period of time will plunge him and his disciples into deeper trouble.

Perhaps he could escape alone at the last moment with his own powerful strength, but most of the disciples of Blood Hand Castle would probably have to stay here forever and become wronged souls on this battlefield. This was a result he did not want to see at all.

Just when he was in extreme confusion, suddenly a streak of light came rushing towards him from a distance like lightning, and a figure as fast as a ghost suddenly appeared in front of Wu Duoming, as if it was a ghost that suddenly stepped out of the void.

"Lord of the Castle...something's wrong!" The man looked panicked, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

Wu Duming's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition came over him. Could it be that Blood Hand Fort had been attacked by the enemy and their lair destroyed? He suppressed his inner panic and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Tell me!"

"The troops from Shenjian Mountain, Floating Island and Huangji Cave have all been withdrawn. They have now returned to their respective strengths, and... and..." The man was panting and speaking incoherently. It was obvious that he had been running all the way here and had not yet calmed down.

Upon hearing they were withdrawing, Wu Duming breathed a sigh of relief, but was immediately overwhelmed by a deep sense of doubt. With someone as powerful as the Pure Nirvana Sword Master guarding the battlefield, they couldn't have been defeated so quickly even if they had left! Furthermore, they had so easily abandoned all the territory they had fought so hard to conquer. It was truly incomprehensible. What secrets were hidden within this?