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Everyone panicked and hurriedly left through the exit of the secret room.

Once outside, heavy dark clouds hung in the sky, a few streaks of lightning flashed brightly, and a fierce wind blew, scattering withered branches and leaves in the air. The low growls of spirit beasts were incessant, their painful howls drowned out by the whistling wind. The sun was completely obscured, leaving only pitch blackness.

Above them in the sky was a demonic cultivator clad in a black robe, with bloodshot eyes and a sharp sword in his hand. He exuded a chilling aura, blood dripping from the black sword in his hand, and his pale face was filled with indifference and disdain.

An immense pressure descended, making everyone feel as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on their backs, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Who are you? Why are you in the secret realm?" Song Huai'an had just taken a pill and was beginning to recover. He picked up his sword, shielded everyone behind him, and pointed directly at the demonic cultivator.

"I am Wu Ying, one of the four generals under the Demon Lord. Today I have come to take the lives of you cultivators." The red light in Wu Ying's eyes grew even more dazzling as he swiftly flew towards the crowd, wielding a black sword.

Song Huai'an parried with his sword, but was instantly knocked to the ground.

The Qingyun Sect disciples quickly helped Song Huai'an up, asking worriedly, "Senior Brother, how are you?"

"It's alright." Song Huai'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cut off several sword blades.

The sword blades were swift and fierce, but Wu Ying quickly dodged them, instead unleashing dozens of black sword blades in succession. The sword blades disappeared instantly, like leaves submerged in a rushing river, their positions completely invisible.

Song Huai'an gripped the sword tightly; the sound of the blade slicing through the air was exceptionally piercing, yet he couldn't discern its direction. There were too many blades, weaving an invisible net to surround them.

The other disciples assumed defensive stances, but their legs trembled involuntarily.

The sound of the blade grew closer and closer, almost as if it were right next to his ear.

"Senior Brother Song, I'm here to help you." Zhuge Yun's calm voice came, and with a wave of his right hand, a sixth-grade defensive shield appeared in front of Song Huai'an and the others.

"How can this be enough? We need to use some defensive talismans." With that, Lin Jingquan instantly unleashed dozens of defensive talismans.

Amidst a series of explosions, those inside the defensive formation emerged unharmed.

"Everyone, this demonic cultivator named Wu Ying is the Blood Shadow Madman. He once wiped out a sect of five hundred people in one night without leaving a trace. Only the surviving disciples said that he was strange and fast, killing people invisibly. Although we don't know why he appeared in the secret realm, everyone must not let their guard down." Xia Mengqi stepped forward, holding dozens of enhancement pills in her hand, and distributed them to the others.

"Master said he will arrive in three hours. Senior brothers and sisters, you must hold on." Ye Qianqian put down the communication talisman, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and said to everyone.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect and Tianyan Sect stood in front of the defensive formation, ready to launch sword and talisman attacks at any time.

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion maintained the operation of the defensive formation at its center, while the disciples of Jiuding Division refined pills in the rear, ready to heal the wounded at any time.

Wu Ying's moves were all killing blows, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Each strike would severely injure several disciples.

With great difficulty, Song Huai'an escorted Ye Qianqian, whose arm was injured, back to the defensive formation: "Junior Sister, don't move around. Senior brothers and sisters are supporting you from the front."

Ye Qianqian held onto Song Huai'an's hand tightly, her eyes filled with glistening tears: "Senior Brother, don't go. That demonic cultivator is ruthless and doesn't know how many more killing moves he has up his sleeve. Don't rush ahead. Seeing you injured really breaks my heart. Stay here and let's wait for Master to come and save us."

Song Huai'an gently withdrew his arm, stroked Ye Qianqian's head, and smiled, "It's alright, your senior brother will come back."

Ye Qianqian covered her face and cried bitterly: "If only there were powerful senior brothers and sisters who could help Senior Brother, I don't want him to bear all this alone."

Song Huai'an felt a pang of sadness.

If only his senior sister were still here, he wouldn't have to risk his life on the front lines.

A green figure flashed through Song Huai'an's mind.

Why didn't Hsu Wei-lin, who is so capable, help them?

"Junior Sister, go and find Xu Weilin and see if she can help," Song Huai'an urged.

The defensive formation couldn't hold out for long; more and more disciples were seriously injured. If they didn't seek outside help, they might not last more than three hours.

Ye Qianqian chuckled, her laughter tinged with mockery and despair: "Senior Brother, Xu Weilin never came out of the secret chamber in the first place. She simply doesn't want to care about our situation."

"Damn it! You cowardly coward, you're a disgrace to us cultivators." Song Huai'an cursed under his breath, picked up his sword and charged towards Wu Ying in the sky.

Ye Qianqian, who remained where she was, showed no reluctance or worry on her face, only endless resentment.

Why didn't Xu Weilin come out? She clearly wanted to kill her during the chaos, but now she doesn't have the chance.

The people were putting up a fierce resistance.

Xie Wanning is searching desperately.

She couldn't find Zhou Zhuocheng and Shen Kang'an anymore; she couldn't even connect to their communication talisman.

As Xie Wanning swayed in the secret chamber, she realized that something bad must have happened outside—whether it was a powerful spirit beast or an out-of-control cultivator.

None of this matters.

After the competition ended, Xie Wanning sent messages to Zhou Zhuocheng and Shen Kang'an, but received no reply.

Xie Wanning's communication talisman was undamaged, and Shen Kang'an, being proficient in talismans, would certainly protect it. If the communication talisman couldn't connect, it could only mean that something had happened to Zhou Zhuocheng and Shen Kang'an.

Inside the cave, besides the secret chamber, there was a pond where black crocodiles were hiding. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any spirit beasts that could threaten Zhou Zhuocheng and his companions' lives, so they must have been seriously injured.

Xie Wanning was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. She searched the inside of the cave at lightning speed, killing any third-grade bats that blocked her way with a single punch, but she found no clues.

She was exhausted and covered in sweat, but dared not stop.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, don't worry, your partner might just not have seen the message on the communication talisman," Si Jinchuan, who had been following behind, comforted him.

He looked at Xie Wanning, who was anxious and worried, but he didn't know what to do.

Xie Wanning squatted down, her voice a little hoarse: "Brother Si, I'm really worried about Brother Zhou and Brother Shen. They've been taking care of me these past few days, and they've taught me so much. Without them, I don't know where I'd be wandering. I have to find them; I can't rest easy until I'm sure of their situation."

Xie Wanning stood up and, with firm steps, continued walking deeper into the cave.

Si Jinchuan hesitated, then followed closely behind Xie Wanning, his right hand gripping the knife at his waist, ready to act if danger arose.

"Meow!" A cat's meow rang out from a dark corner.

"Little raccoon." Xie Wanning rushed towards the source of the voice with delight, the illumination stone in her hand lighting up the surroundings.

"Little raccoon...cat." Xie Wanning's voice trembled noticeably after seeing what the little raccoon looked like.

She knelt on the ground and carefully picked up the little raccoon dog.

The little tabby's colorful fur was stained with blood, one eye was just a bloody hole, its body was covered in shocking wounds, and its waist was broken.

The light illuminated the cave, and behind the little raccoon, on the path, lay a trail of blood.

The little raccoon, dragging its badly injured body, crawled over little by little and finally found Xie Wanning.

"Meow!" The weak meows were as soft as a feather, almost inaudible.

Xie Wanning's tears broke free, gradually staining the bloodstains on the little raccoon cat's body.

"Little raccoon, don't be afraid." Xie Wanning gently stroked the little raccoon, took out an eighth-grade recovery pill from her storage bag, and wanted to feed it to the little raccoon.

However, the eighth-grade recovery pill could not be fed to him.

The little raccoon's eyes lost their luster. It held on until Xie Wanning arrived, but by the time Xie Wanning picked it up, it was already dead.

That last meow was a comfort, but also a farewell.

"Waaah!" Xie Wanning could no longer control her emotions, and tears streamed down her face like an uncontrolled flood.

The little raccoon she saved ultimately died for her.