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

Zou Mubai's words just dissipated in the air, but they seemed to still echo in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene suddenly took place outside the barrier.

The originally empty and deserted area seemed to be touched by some mysterious force and was instantly filled with dozens of nimble men in black.

These men in black were all dressed in tight night clothes and wide black veiled hats, which completely concealed their faces in shadows. Only a few pairs of eyes flashing coldly were vaguely visible through the gaps in the hat brims, making it impossible to glimpse their true appearance.

Their arrival was silent. If it weren't for the aura they exuded, which was completely different from that of the monks in the spiritual world, mixed with an indescribable chill and weirdness, even the most vigilant guards would have found it difficult to detect their presence.

This breath seemed to come from another world, carrying an ancient and dangerous charm, which made everyone present feel nervous.

The high-level monks from the spiritual world who had been guarding the barrier tightly also showed rare panic in the face of this sudden change.

They turned around quickly, their eyes wandering among the crowd in black, trying to find some clues from this sudden visitor.

For a moment, everyone's eyes widened, with shock and vigilance in their eyes, as if they were facing unknown fear.

They unconsciously moved closer together, shortening the distance between each other, in order to gain more sense of security in the possible crisis.

Amid the spiritual world monks' confusion and confusion, the leading old man in black robe slowly took a step forward. His voice trembled slightly with surprise, but he still maintained the dignity of a leader.

"You... who are you? Are you the legendary demons? This is an important place in the spirit world, how could you appear here without making any noise?"

There was both questioning and warning in his tone, and he was clearly wary of the identity and purpose of these uninvited guests.

As the old man in black robe asked the question, the air around them seemed to freeze and the tense atmosphere reached its peak.

The rest of the spiritual world monks also quickly adjusted their postures and entered a state of combat readiness.

Their palms were slightly sweaty due to nervousness. They tightly grasped their respective magic tools or weapons and stared at the men in black opposite them. Every subtle movement revealed their determination to be ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

An unknown contest is quietly brewing outside this small barrier, and it seems that it may break out into a fierce battle at any time.

However, they never expected that those demons ignored the existence of the dozen or so spiritual monks in front of them, just like a group of cheetahs that turned a blind eye to the surrounding interference before locking onto their prey. All their attention was focused on the side courtyard barrier that seemed calm but concealed a mystery.

Their goal was clear and firm; this trip was aimed at those people in the side courtyard.

In the dead silence, suddenly, a leader of the demon team slowly raised his hand. His movements were steady and powerful, as if every subtle movement contained unspeakable power.

As he waved his arm, a deep and rich magical power rose from his palm, like a dark light that cuts through the dark sky, and with a power that cannot be underestimated, it blasted straight towards the barrier of the side courtyard.

This magical power drew a strange trajectory in the night sky, and its speed was incredibly fast, as if it could tear through space and go straight to the target.

However, just as everyone was holding their breath, thinking that they were about to witness a fierce collision, the magic power seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force. Before it actually touched the edge of the barrier, it quietly dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a faint aftertaste of magic lingering in the air.

This scene caused all the spiritual world monks present to show complicated expressions.

Some of them were surprised that the magic power could be dissolved so easily, some were secretly glad for the strength of the side courtyard barrier, and some began to speculate on the deeper meaning behind it.

For the cultivators in the spiritual world, this is not only a test of the demons' strength, but also a test of their own protective abilities.

However, for the demons, this scene was like a heavy hammer that hit their hearts hard.

Those demons who had remained calm and silent were now boiling like a drop of boiling oil splashed into a hot pot.

There was a mixture of disbelief and anger in their eyes, as if they couldn't accept that the magic they were so proud of had failed at such a critical moment.

"This... what is going on?!" a demon warrior roared, his voice a little hoarse with excitement, breaking the silence at the scene.

"Impossible! How could our magic power be dissolved so easily?!" another member of the demon clan shouted unwillingly, his eyes full of unwillingness and confusion.

The demon leader had a gloomy expression on his face. He pursed his lips tightly, stared at the still calm barrier with sharp eyes, and quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

He knew that this operation was far more complicated than he had expected, and he had to find a way to break through the barrier, otherwise, they would gain nothing.

Fei Xiuwen stood in the middle of the yard with an upright posture, his eyes never leaving the turmoil outside the barrier, as if he wanted to take in every change.

When he saw that the attacks of the demons were also easily resolved by the mysterious barrier, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with confidence and contempt.

"Oh my, I'm talking to you guys. With such little skills, you still come here to embarrass yourself. Tsk tsk tsk... It's really laughable."

There was a hint of teasing and sarcasm in Fei Xiuwen's words. His voice echoed in the night sky, clear and harsh, hitting the ears of the demons directly.

These words, like a sharp blade, pierced into the heart of the demon.

Their eyes were wide open, their teeth were chattering, as if they wanted to eat Fei Xiuwen alive. Their resentful eyes, like substance, penetrated the night and shot straight at Fei Xiuwen, as if they wanted to pierce through him.

However, Fei Xiuwen seemed to be completely unaware of the hostility and continued to talk to himself with a tone full of contempt: "Look at your behavior. Even if you stare at me with your eyes wide open, it's useless. If you are smart, you should just tuck your tails between your legs and go back to where you came from, otherwise if a fight really breaks out, no one will be able to escape. Don't blame me for not reminding you then."

He spoke with ease, as if everything was under control. However, only he himself knew that under this seemingly relaxed appearance, there was a heart that was not so calm.

In fact, he was secretly worried in his heart.

Although the cultivation of their fellow disciples is outstanding in the spiritual world, the current situation is not optimistic.