Suddenly, Yang Ling sensed a familiar aura rapidly approaching, instantly boosting his spirits.
A moment later, two figures stood not far from him; they were Lu Ye and Hu Dequan, who arrived promptly.
Soon after, another team led by Meng Xu also gathered at the site.
After waiting a bit longer, the cultivators from the Red Talisman Society congregated in full.
Compared to before the battle, their numbers were down by a dozen or so, most of whom were cultivators of the Red Talisman Society, and Lu Ye's Blood Servants also suffered several losses.
Moreover, after two continuous days of battle, almost no one was at their peak, and some hadn't even healed from their injuries.
Yet even so, nearly thirty people stood there.
Looking at Lih Tian, Hu Dequan's face was full of hatred, recalling the faces of those lost in the constant struggle against the Sacred Blood Summit over the years, he shouted, "Lih Tian, your time has come!"
