I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

When the two men came back to their senses from the thrilling battle, the yard that was originally shrouded by the powerful pressure had now returned to its former tranquility, as if the life-and-death battle with the "Warcraft" just now was just an illusory nightmare.

The surroundings were empty, and even the ominous smell that remained in the air seemed to gradually dissipate with the breeze. How could any trace of the "Warcraft" be found?

Zou Mubai lowered his head and stared at the shocking bloodstains on the ground. They were like twisted dark red snake patterns, silently telling of the brutality of the battle just now.

His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it, and his eyes were flashing with complex emotions.

"It... is too strong." Zou Mubai's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"If that sudden flute sound hadn't appeared in time today, I'm afraid... the consequences would be disastrous."

At this point, his words stopped abruptly. Then, a violent cough broke the silence. He clutched his chest tightly, his face instantly became paler, and finally he weakly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red.

It turned out that he had already suffered serious internal injuries in the all-out decisive battle just now. It was only with his amazing willpower and desire for victory that he forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body and did not show them to outsiders.

Seeing this, Fei Xiuwen's face changed drastically, and he hurried forward to support the staggering Zou Mubai, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

"Brother Zou, how are you? You must hold on!" There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Although he was also injured in this battle, he was much luckier than Zou Mubai. He immediately took three precious healing pills, and now he could barely support his body, his heart was full of concern for the safety of his senior brother.

Without giving it any time to think, Fei Xiuwen quickly took out a handful of healing pills from his storage bag and stuffed them into Zou Mubai's mouth without saying a word.

"Brother Zou, hurry up and eat these pills. They can temporarily stabilize your injuries. Let's find a safe place to rest for a while, and make plans after we have recovered some strength."

As he spoke, he supported Zou Mubai and moved step by step to a corner of the yard, which was relatively hidden and could serve as their temporary safe haven.

Originally standing at the gate of the courtyard in full alert, Master Ying's tense nerves relaxed slightly when he heard the noise in the courtyard gradually fade away. His brows relaxed slightly, and then he took a step slowly, each step seemed extremely cautious, for fear of disturbing the air that had not yet completely calmed down.

He raised his hand gently, pushed aside the bamboo leaves that blocked his view, and carefully poked his head out. His eyes were like a searchlight, searching every corner of the courtyard carefully, trying to catch any unusual movement.

When his eyes swept across a corner of the yard and fell on Zou Mubai and the other man, a trace of concern and anxiety flashed across his eyes.

He lowered his voice, trying to make it sound less abrupt, and asked softly, "My two Taoist friends, thank you for your hard work. May I ask what the current situation is regarding the incident that happened in this courtyard? Has the demon beast been brought under control?"

Upon hearing the voice, Fei Xiuwen barely propped himself up and looked up at Sect Master Ying, his eyes filled with lingering fatigue and helplessness.

He shook his head slightly, his voice hoarse and low: "It's a pity, Master Ying, we failed to capture it. The monster was too cunning and powerful, and it finally escaped.

I suggest that you immediately initiate the sect's martial law procedures and notify all disciples to step up their vigilance, reduce outdoor activities, and especially avoid acting alone.

In this sensitive period, unity and caution will be our strongest line of defense."

After saying this, Fei Xiuwen couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He knew very well that even if he and a master like Senior Brother Zou joined forces, they could only barely escape from the claws of the demon beast. To those disciples in Wanjing Sect who had less cultivation, the threat was even more immeasurable.

Although this reminder seems redundant, it is also based on a deep concern and responsibility for the safety of the sect.

The moment Sect Leader Ying heard the tragic news that the "monster" had escaped, his face suddenly changed, as if covered by a layer of frost, with a hint of iron blue in his paleness.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and self-blame, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force.

He stamped his feet and let out a heavy sigh. He looked so heartbroken as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"It's all my fault. I was too careless. If I had noticed the danger earlier and stopped you from breaking the seal in time, all these tragedies might have been avoided. Now, my Wanjing Sect is facing an unprecedented catastrophe because of my momentary mistake."

His voice was low and full of regret, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart, so heavy that it was unbearable.

Without waiting for Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen to speak to comfort him, Sect Leader Ying turned around and ran out with quick and determined steps.

His back looked particularly lonely and resolute, as if he was running towards an unknown battle.

He had only one thought in his mind - he must gather several elders in the sect as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures.

Time is running out, and any delay could lead to further losses for the sect. He must use his power and wisdom as the head of the sect to mobilize all resources to minimize the impact of this crisis on the Wanjing Sect.

In Master Ying's mind, a series of pictures have been sketched out: how to redeploy defenses and strengthen patrols; how to deploy manpower to search for traces of monsters; and how to prepare for possible larger-scale attacks.

He knew very well that this was a tough battle, but in order to protect the peace of the sect and the safety of his disciples, he was willing to give everything, including his own life.

"If necessary, I will seal that 'demon beast' once again, even at the cost of my life!"

He swore silently in his heart that his resolve and determination seemed to penetrate the darkness of the night and illuminate the way forward.

Looking at the figure that was already receding into the distance, Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen looked at each other and lowered their heads at the same time.

Zou Mubai asked in a deep voice: "Is it wrong for us to break the seal today?"

Fei Xiuwen raised his head abruptly: "Brother Zou, you can't think like that. I think that monster is a little strange. Did you notice that there seems to be a very strange feeling in his eyes when he looked at us?"

"You feel it too?"

"So Senior Brother Zou has also figured it out?" Fei Xiuwen asked excitedly.

"Also, his body shape is a bit strange. He is called a magical beast, but when he was fighting with us, he was able to stand upright on his front limbs. This is not something that ordinary magical beasts can do."

"Yes, yes. Also, he doesn't seem to want to fight with us, but he has to do it. I suspect he is being controlled by someone."