A few moments earlier, Cai Zhi was flying as fast as she could, occasionally glancing back to check if Wang Ming was following her. To her relief, she did not see any sign of Wang Ming pursuing her.
"Damn, that bastard is probably concealing his cultivation," Cai Zhi muttered darkly. She was certain the cultivation Wang Ming had shown was fake; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill her comrades so easily.
"I need to regroup with the others quickly," she murmured, cold sweat dripping from her forehead as she pushed her beast to full speed.
After flying for a few minutes, she finally saw a large group of cultivators ready to confront the pale-looking City Lord and his followers. Ignoring them, she flew toward the larger group and overheard the chatter.
"Haha, look at them! They're cowering like losers," a bandit said, sneering at the group opposite them.
"Ugh, why are we still waiting? Let's attack quickly! I can't wait for my sword to taste blood," another bandit said impatiently.
"We're waiting for the young master to arrive," said a higher-ranking bandit.
Another group of bandits stood talking amongst themselves, while a handsome young man wore a frown on his face.
"Hey, do you know where Brother Fan has gone? I can't wait to attack and claim their corpses," said the handsome man, who emitted a sinister aura.
"Forgive me, Sect Master Pan Lie, but Young Master Du Fan has gone with Sub-Leader Cai Zhi to capture the City Lord's wife and daughter," said one of the bandits, looking at the young man in fear.
"Jie, jie, jie... No matter, today my Corpse Sect will rise again," Pan Lie laughed as he radiated the aura of a Golden Core Realm cultivator, casting a greedy gaze at the cultivators and mortals in the city.
Pan Lie was the leader of the Evil Sect, which used human corpses to create puppets. Due to this evil practice, they were annihilated by the righteous sects a few decades ago. After the sect fell, he and some of his followers went into hiding, cultivating in seclusion until he broke through to the Golden Core Realm.
He had since teamed up with the mountain clans, and in return for their help, they would allow him to take the corpses of the cultivators. In exchange, he would help the mountain clans capture the city.
"Let's kill him!"
The crowd roared in agreement as they flew in the direction Cai Zhi had come from, ignoring the City Lord and the others, completely consumed by their murderous intent.
"Jie, jie, jie... We should go too," Pan Lie said with a hint of excitement on his face as he followed the thousands of cultivators.
Cai Zhi still had an uneasy feeling in her heart, sensing something bad would happen if they went there, but she suppressed her uneasiness and followed behind them.
City Lord's Mansion
"Are you both okay?" Wang Ming asked as he walked toward Mu Yiran and Mu Ning Xue.
"I'm just a bit tired," Mu Ning Xue replied.
"Take this pill," Wang Ming said, tossing her a pill, which she quickly took, recovering her lost spiritual energy.
"Wang Ming, what is that? How can it suppress the beasts?" Mu Yiran asked curiously. Mu Ning Xue also looked at the net with a frown, thinking, *What kind of net is this? I've never heard of anything like it before.*
"Ah, ladies, it seems we have company. I'm afraid we'll have to talk later," Wang Ming said, glancing up at the sky.
"H-Heavens, w-we're dead," Mu Ning Xue stammered, her legs turning to jelly. She would have fallen if Wang Ming hadn't caught her.
The sky was swarming with thousands of cultivators radiating intense bloodlust. If it hadn't been directed at Wang Ming, the others would have fainted. Yet Wang Ming maintained a calm, nonchalant expression as he observed the scene.