Ye Xinrou had thought herself doomed this time, never expecting that at the last possible moment Yang Kai would lead a large group of powerhouses in a surprise sortie — and that they would effortlessly rescue Yang Wei and Yang Zhao.
With the Nether Ghost King and the Extermination Poison King currently entangled by Ling Taixu and Li Yuanchun, no one was guarding Ye Xinrou, and naturally she wanted to seize the chance to flee.
But she couldn't move at all. The Poison King had done something to her — her true yuan had lost all cohesion, her limbs were limp and powerless, and all she could do was stand in place and shout toward Yang Kai.
Hearing her voice, Yang Kai turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes cold and utterly devoid of feeling.
Ye Xinrou's heart went cold. She suddenly remembered that she and Yang Kai seemed to have accumulated deep enmity between them. Just not long ago, she had heaped mockery and slander upon him, and now she was treating him like a lifeline, crying out to him for help — it was almost laughable.
The Poison King suddenly waved his hand, and a dense toxic mist surged outward at lightning speed, enveloping both Ye Xinrou and Kang Zhan, cutting them off from the outside world.
"Young Master Yang, you need to leave — now!" Li Yuanchun called out anxiously. In his battle against the two Evil Kings, Li Yuanchun was feeling immense pressure. Not only were their true yuan reserves vast and their cultivation realms profound, but the techniques they practiced were also far too sinister and vicious, making them nearly impossible to guard against.
Li Yuanchun estimated that if the fight dragged on much longer, he and Ling Taixu would be defeated within the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
"Let's go!" Yang Kai commanded in a low voice, hastily retreating. Tang Yuxian and Qu Gaoyi supported the four Blood Guards who had been following Yang Wei and Yang Zhao, hurrying after him.
Ling Taixu and Li Yuanchun waited until they were well clear before throwing out a feint and breaking away from the battle circle.
After the fierce clash, Yang Kai's group emerged completely unscathed, having successfully rescued all six.
This left the Poison King and the Ghost King with grim expressions. They descended to the ground and stared silently in the direction of the retreat. The Ghost King sneered, "Where do they think they can run? Our Master will arrive any moment now."
The Poison King waved a hand and dispersed the toxic mist enveloping Ye Xinrou and Kang Zhan. He glanced at them and suddenly laughed. "It seems this young lady isn't much liked by that fellow. Tell me, girl — do you think that young man would have saved you if I hadn't intervened?"
Ye Xinrou froze, then considered the question carefully. Her beautiful face twisted with the answer.
She thought so too. Given Yang Kai's personality — vindictive to a fault, cruel and utterly self-serving — he probably wouldn't have cared whether she lived or died.
Her heart was instantly flooded with incomparable fury and hatred.
The Poison King and the Ghost King laughed simultaneously, their voices dripping with sinister amusement. They seemed to relish scenes and expressions just like this.
Within War City, chaos reigned.
As Yang Kai's group withdrew, they found countless people scrambling to flee.
The entire city, gathered by the Succession War, held tens of thousands of inhabitants. Now that the five great Evil Kings of the Cangyun Evil Lands were attacking in a coordinated strike from within and without, none of them could sit still.
Before they could even escape the city walls, innumerable demon beasts had already breached the ramparts, treading into the cityscape bearing the call of death.
These were demon beasts driven forward by the Thunder Beast King — every high-level beast that could be found across the entire Cangyun Evil Lands. The Thunder Beast King had gone to extraordinary lengths to prepare for this assault on the Central Region.
The ones that ran along the ground, the ones that soared through the sky — every last one was savage and terrifying, their strength horrifying.
The tens of thousands sheltering inside War City included very few cultivators of real strength. When those grotesque demon beasts crashed into them, they had no power to resist whatsoever.
The entire city was soon thick with the stench of blood. Crumbling walls and shattered ramparts gave way to scorched earth as far as the eye could see. Birds wheeled overhead while the ground below groaned in agony.
Yang Kai's estate, on the other hand, was unscathed.
Those demon beasts seemed to know the people inside were not to be trifled with, deliberately avoiding Yang Kai's residence while rampaging freely through every other corner of War City.
"Get them treatment!" Yang Kai ordered as he had Yang Wei, Yang Zhao, and the four Blood Guards carried into the inner residence, turning to Qiu Yimeng with the instruction.
Qiu Yimeng nodded hastily and set to work making arrangements.
Yang Wei and Yang Zhao had not been physically injured—they had only been affected by the poisonous and ghostly qi, and a few days of meditation to circulate their cultivation would likely put them right. The four Blood Guards who had faithfully followed and protected them, however, had taken a direct hit from the Poison King and were gravely wounded. Only the Elixir of Myriad Medicines could purge the damage from their bodies.
From the moment he had gone out to rescue Yang Wei and Yang Zhao to his return, no more than half a cup of tea had passed. Once Yang Kai had settled the rescued ones and then released his Divine Sense to probe beyond War City, his expression darkened.
The battle outside War City had already ended.
The seven from the Sealing God Temple versus the three Evil Kings—there was already a result.
Three auras of sinister malice still lingered, but of the seven from the Sealing God Temple there was not a trace. Only a single faint life force was rapidly approaching from that direction.
Yang Kai looked up. A shadow flickered before his eyes, and a body—drenched in blood and riddled with wounds—plummeted from the sky, crashing down right in front of Yang Kai's estate.
He rushed out immediately and brought the person inside.
Everyone stared, and sorrowful expressions spread across their faces.
It was the portly elder from the Huo family. Half his body had been obliterated—his internal organs were fully exposed, and both legs had been severed at the knee. Nearly all his blood had already drained away.
With injuries like these, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
But this stout elder had clung to his final breath through sheer mastery of cultivation, forcing himself to fly all the way here.