Inside the dilapidated temple, Yun Niaoniao and Lu Xuan'an's eyes wandered among the Evil Slaying Hall cultivators, children, villagers, and evil cultivator informants, their brows furrowed.
Ning Zhuo observed the scene, already sensing something amiss.
He knew much about these two in front of him: "Yun Niaoniao and Lu Xuan'an's benevolence and kindness are interfering with their ability to make the right decision."
"But obviously, as time progresses, the blood fog's erosion will deepen further."
"A slight hesitation could very well lead to failure because of a few wasted breaths!"
Yun Niaoniao's expression was solemn: "The talisman can only protect oneself and resist the external blood fog's erosion. Elixir pills and spiritual liquid are needed to save the victims. These three combined still aren't enough to save everyone."
Lu Xuan'an sighed: "We must not let the demon seed original body escape. If it escapes, many more lives will be harmed."
