"Kill!" In response to the solemn command from Fan Lu, the young elder of Tian Shefu showed no hesitation. Her face darkened, and with a sharp cry, a powerful surge of combat aura erupted from within her, creating an overwhelming presence that sent leaves and debris scattered across the nearby ground. The sheer force of her display suggested she had already reached the level of Combat King. Under the force of her command, nearly twenty other strong warriors from Tian Shefu beside her drew their weapons, exhaled a burst of combat aura, and saw serpentine streams of aura—each varying in hue—circulating along their bodies. These streams then suddenly intensified, unleashing tremendous force and rushing toward the surrounding red-robed soldiers. A green and a red surge converged at the center of the road, crashing into each other with tremendous force. From the point of impact, a wave of energy ripples expanded outward, surging like waves. The Blood Sect warrior, with a pallid and fierce countenance, delivered a powerful slash, filled with blood-suffocating intensity, making no sound at all. Meanwhile, the strong warrior from the Day Snake Mansion maintained a gloomy expression, his internal qi flowing at its peak, the weapon enveloped in qi slicing through the air with a sharp, piercing hiss, targeting the Blood Sect warrior's vital points with precise and ruthless precision. Along the grand path, the bodies gradually piled up, most of them from the Blood Sect, though there were also several from the Tian She Pavilion. Nevertheless, no matter how the Qing Elder led her forces to charge and fight, a steady stream of Blood Sect warriors kept emerging from the dark forest, shattering her determination to push into it. With a cold gaze, she drove a sword through the chest of a Blood Sect warrior. As she swiftly scanned the surroundings, her heart grew heavier—among the nearly twenty Tian She Pavilion masters who had initially been there, only eight remained by now. The serpent-sword in her hands surged forward, piercing through the throat of a Blood Sect warrior who had been attempting a surprise attack. With a slight shake of her shoulders, a pair of green aura wings swiftly materialized. Lightly stepping on the ground, the Qing Elder shot upward into the sky. Yet as she prepared to turn and flee, a shadow suddenly darted past her above, followed immediately by a powerful, cold surge of pressure descending from the heavens—so intense that it generated a series of sonic booms along its path. A powerful surge of qi descended, crashing hard against the green energy shield protecting Qing长老's body. The latter trembled violently, and eventually could no longer withstand the force, bursting into fragments with a faint crack. Qing长老 himself emitted a deep gasp, his complexion growing pale as he sank downward. Glancing at the charging Fan Lao, even the pale Qing Elder had to grit his teeth in frustration, drawing his sword to meet him head-on. With his internal qi flowing at full speed, the fierce, powerful qi caused subtle ripples throughout the surrounding space—clearly, to escape the formidable Fan Lao, who was at the peak of the Battle Sovereign rank, this Qing Elder had pushed his own capabilities to the absolute limit. "That Fan Ling is also down there, though he's always guarded by two Dao Ling强者... it's quite troublesome." Xiang Yan glanced over the battlefield below, where Fan Ling was wielding a blood-scarred blade, his face fierce as he cleaved a powerful member of the Tian She Fu in two. Beside him, two elders remained steadfast, never straying more than a meter from his side. "Don't rush to engage Fan Ling just yet; otherwise, should he detect our move, it will become problematic. Thanks to that pesky Hún Dìng, I can no longer freely draw upon your spiritual energy as I used to. From now on, whenever you encounter such strong figures, you'll have to proceed with caution." Yao Lao spoke calmly. Xiang Yan nodded slightly, exhaled softly, and suppressed his growing impatience, settling into quiet observation of the unfolding situation below. Although there were many from the Blood Sect, the individuals from Tian She Fu clearly possessed superior individual strength compared to the others. Despite being covered in wounds, they maintained a steady rhythm through seamless coordination, appearing as if on the verge of collapse yet never breaking, successfully following Qing Elder into this chaotic region of Black Angle Domain—indeed, they were all truly capable. However, while they held firm on the ground, Qing Elder, despite his Duke-level prowess, simply could not match the Duke-level strength of Fan Lu. Moreover, Fan Lu's movements were so swift and elusive, resembling a ghost, that even after less than ten rounds of combat, Qing Elder's already pale complexion grew increasingly ashen. In the midst of the sudden retreat, Qing Elder suddenly lifted her head. What had once been a beautiful face was now marred with fierce anger. With a swift motion of her jade hand, a cold jade box materialized in her palm. She shouted sharply, "Fang Old Man! If you dare come any closer, I'll turn this Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill into powder right here!" As soon as Fan Lao's form had vanished, Qing Elder sensed it immediately and his face turned pale. Yet before he could retreat, a hazy red silhouette appeared before him, and a palm of vivid crimson shot forth, striking hard against Qing Elder's arm. Instantly, a sharp sound of bone shattering echoed in the air. "Ah!" The intense pain radiating from his arm caused Qing Elder to emit a piercing cry. Before he could retrieve the jade box from the palm, Fan Lao swiftly snatched it away and then laughed wildly as he retreated. While retreating, Fan Lao quickly opened the jade box, and a golden light burst forth. Seeing this, the expression of satisfaction and delight on his face grew even more vibrant. He then swiftly closed the lid and hurled the box toward the younger Fan, Ling, shouting, "Ling, take it and retreat first. The Blood Sect's guards will escort the young Master back to Mu City. We'll hold this place!" "Hearing the crash, Fan Ling leapt swiftly, catching the cold jade box in his hands and quickly slotting it into his storage ring. Without hesitation, he raised his hand, and at once, several dozen blood guards broke free from the battle circle. The group moved swiftly, with Fan Ling leading them, turning sharply and rushing southward. "Ah! You scrawny bastard! Even if I give my life today, I won't let you off easy!" With the most precious items seized, Qing长老's face turned ashen. She let out a piercing scream, nearly three times as powerful as before, as a torrent of terrifying ki surged forth from within her body. As the ki surged, blood began to seep from beneath her skin. Fixing her venomous gaze on Fan Lao, who was slightly frowning, Qing长老's hair streamed wildly as she gripped her serpent sword tightly, her back wings vibrating, her form transforming into a streak of light, creating a roar of sharp sonic booms, and charging fiercely at Fan Lao. "A final stand to the death? Hmph. No matter how hard you struggle, you'll never be a match for our sect." The Qing Elder's strength surged dramatically. Fan Lao sneered, slightly curling his hands, and a long blade that seemed forged from coagulated blood materialized in his palm. As he grasped the blade, the blade trembled slightly, and a sharp, blood-rich aura immediately spread out. Firmly holding the blood-blade, Fan Lao made no retreat, choosing instead to meet force with force, transforming into a blood-colored shadow that surged with a wave of blood energy and collided fiercely with the Qing Elder. Instantly, an explosive roar echoed across the heavens! "I hope the people of Tian She Fu don't all die...," Xiang Yan sighed, then turned and once again focused his attention on the large group of red figures at the far end of his sight. He didn't have a deep connection with Tian She Fu, nor could he possibly intervene. In Black Angle Domain, even if one simply stepped in to lend a hand—let alone shouted out a plea—being merely polite and continuing on one's way would still draw an endless barrage of knives. At this very moment, Xiang Yan himself was barely able to protect his own life, so to go out of his way to help others would clearly be a foolish move. Thus, he could only quietly mutter to himself. His sole objective now was to do whatever it took to reclaim the fragmented map still held by Fan Ling!