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

He Ronger just leaned against the wall, barely allowing her tired body to rest for a moment.

The tranquility did not last long as it was broken by a sudden noise outside the yard.

It was a sound mixed with anxiety and fierce conflict, and seemed to be accompanied by the shouting and provocation of the two sides during the confrontation, making this quiet night suddenly become turbulent.

She forced herself to cheer up, holding on to the mottled wall with one hand, and gently rubbing her waist which was sore from sitting for a long time with the other hand, and slowly moved to the window step by step.

She plucked up the courage to look up, and the scene before her shocked her.

It turned out that those high-level monks from the spiritual world who had been on high alert and guarding outside the barrier had, at some point, been caught up in a fierce battle with those demons who were ready to make a move and were full of evil spirit.

This scene was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for He Ronger.

She and Xu Chong looked at each other, and the same light was flashing in each other's eyes.

It was a complex and indescribable emotion, a mixture of gloating over the chaotic situation in front of me, and anticipation for the possible "while the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits" that might happen soon.

"Okay," He Rong'er murmured in a low voice, with a barely perceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Let them fight each other, the more fierce the better."

In her opinion, whether it was the cultivators from the spiritual world or the demons, they all came for the precious treasure, the Heavenly Soul Pill. With their own ambitions and desires, they naturally became each other's enemies.

If they can consume each other in this fight until both are defeated, then for her and her companions, it will undoubtedly greatly reduce the difficulty and risk of seizing the Heavenly Soul Pill.

Zou Mubai and Fei Xiuwen also remained silent. Their eyes were fixed on the battle situation outside the courtyard, and there was no expression on their faces.

At this tense and delicate moment, they were all silently calculating and waiting - waiting for Ying Qi and Si Yao to recover as soon as possible and join the upcoming final showdown in the best condition.

After all, in this world where the strong are respected, strength is the most reliable guarantee.

At this moment, Fei Xiuwen had just carefully put an ancient sound transmission note into his arms, and the sound transmission note suddenly flashed with a faint but rapid light, as if there was some urgent information waiting to be transmitted.

This sound transmission talisman was a communication talisman that he specially set up inside the Mingjian Sect when he founded the Sect. It was used to convey important information to the disciples in the sect in times of emergency.

It witnessed the rise and fall of the Mingjian Sect, and also carried Fei Xiuwen's endless expectations and responsibilities for the sect.

During the thousand years since he mysteriously disappeared, no matter how the outside world changed, this precious talisman lay quietly in his storage space and had never been used at all.

It is like a loyal guardian, silently waiting for its master's call and guarding the memories sealed by time.

However, the situation has suddenly changed, and the demons have invaded the spirit world in large numbers, causing war and suffering. Facing this unprecedented crisis, Fei Xiuwen knows that it is difficult to resist this surging demon tide with only the strength of a few people.

Therefore, he resolutely decided to use this precious sound transmission talisman to summon the disciples of Mingjian Sect to come and jointly resist foreign enemies and protect the land they loved so much.

At the same time, in another corner of the room, Ying Qi was staring at a jade message slip in his hand that was flashing with the same light.

That was a message sent personally by the leader of the Wan Jing Sect, informing them that the inner sect elders and elite disciples of the Wan Jing Sect were gathering quickly and rushing towards the outer sect of the Wan Jing Sect where they were at the moment.

A warm feeling surged in Ying Qi's heart. He knew that he was not alone. In this battle that concerned the fate of the spiritual world, they would fight side by side and face the challenge together.

But fortunately, they were currently in the outer sect of Wan Jing Sect. Due to the convenient geographical location, the inner sect of Wan Jing Sect and other elders were able to come to their support more quickly, which undoubtedly bought them precious time and also increased their chances of winning the upcoming decisive battle.

Not long after, the area outside the barrier that was originally filled with noise and fighting suddenly became unusually quiet, as if even the wind had held its breath, and the entire space fell into a depressing and subtle silence.

Ying Qi, relying on his powerful mental strength, was the first to feel this unusual change.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, his body as straight as a pine tree, his eyes flashing with sharp light, as if he could see through all illusions.

Without any hesitation, he strode out of the yard, and every step revealed his unquestionable firmness and courage.

He Ronger was filled with curiosity and confusion when she saw this. She couldn't help but pull Xu Chong's hand, and the two of them followed Ying Qi's footsteps and walked out of the yard.

The night breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the doubts and expectations in their hearts.

The moment they stepped out of the yard, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Outside the barrier, hundreds of disciples wearing the uniform clothing of the Wanjing Sect appeared. They wore green shirts, jade belts around their waists, and held various instruments in their hands, with solemn and dignified expressions.

These people seemed like reinforcements dropped from the sky. They stood in a row in a row, like an indestructible wall of steel, tightly surrounding the demons and spiritual monks who were fighting fiercely.

These Wan Jing Sect disciples all had tall and straight postures and were full of vigor. Their appearance undoubtedly added a force that could not be underestimated to this originally evenly matched battle.

The two sides that were originally fighting fiercely could not help but reveal expressions of surprise and fear after seeing this new force.

He Ronger and Xu Chong looked at each other, surprise and excitement flashing in each other's eyes.

They knew that the arrival of these Wan Jingzong disciples not only meant that they had a more powerful ally, but also indicated that this battle might usher in an unexpected turn.

Because they were suddenly surrounded by hundreds of Wan Jing Sect disciples, the two fighters, who were originally fighting fiercely and hard to determine the winner, stopped their actions at the same time, with confused expressions on their faces.

They seemed to be interrupted by the sudden change, and their eyes were all cast towards the "audience" who had just arrived.

However, when their eyes fell on the identities and cultivation of the newcomers, the confusion on their faces was quickly replaced by disdain.

Obviously, these guys with rich combat experience and high cultivation levels could see at a glance that the cultivation levels of the Wan Jing Sect disciples were generally not high and that they could hardly pose a real threat to them.