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

Those men in black exuded a cold and heavy demonic aura that made people feel chilled.

The black soft armor they wore glowed dimly in the dim light. Compared with the common equipment of the demons, these soft armors seemed to contain more special materials and craftsmanship, revealing an unusual texture.

What is even more striking is that everyone wears half a delicate yet mysterious black mask on their face, revealing only cold or cunning eyes, adding a bit of unspeakable deterrence.

"It's someone from Mingxiu Pavilion!" The voice of Master Hong suddenly sounded behind everyone, with a bit of disbelief and shock.

He was experienced and knowledgeable, and recognized the origins of these men in black at a glance.

Master Hong's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Several other clan leaders and heads who also held high positions and were usually calm and reserved all had expressions of disbelief and shock on their faces, exchanging surprised glances with each other.

"Mingxiu Pavilion? Is it the dark assassin organization that was famous throughout the spirit world a thousand years ago and was known for never failing in its missions? Didn't they disappear? Why did they suddenly appear here?"

A clan leader muttered to himself in disbelief, his voice full of confusion and puzzlement.

"I've heard about it before," another head took over the conversation, his face solemn, "Mingxiu Pavilion was at its peak back then, but it suddenly disappeared overnight. It was said that it was because their leader encountered an irreversible accident, which caused the entire organization to fall apart... But looking at this scene now, does it mean that Mingxiu Pavilion has not really disappeared, but has been lying dormant in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to re-emerge?"

As the discussion went on, the atmosphere became increasingly tense and depressing, and an indescribable premonition arose in everyone's heart.

What is about to happen on this isolated island is probably an unprecedented storm.

As Mu Lian raised his hand gracefully and firmly once again, the guards of Mingxiu Pavilion seemed to have received a silent command and all took action instantly.

They were like a group of night cheetahs ready to strike, their movements were in unison, yet each of them was fierce and cunning.

Some of the guards, with nimble figures, shuttled through the air like ghosts, aiming directly at the monks from the sects who were on high alert.

Their movements were swift and precise, and every attack seemed carefully calculated to achieve the greatest results at the lowest cost.

Although these sect monks had good cultivation, they had to temporarily be on the defensive due to the tacit cooperation and fierce attack of the Mingxiu Pavilion guards. Swords flashed in the air, spells intertwined, and a fierce aerial duel began.

Another group of guards rushed towards the barrier carefully set up by Zou Mubai with a clear goal.

They knew very well that rescuing the trapped demon accomplices was the key to this operation.

Therefore, these guards did not hesitate at all and used their own world-breaking spells and secret techniques.

Some of them brandished sharp blades that flashed with dim light, trying to create a crack in the barrier; others chanted something, releasing strange energy fluctuations, attempting to disintegrate the barrier's defenses from the inside.

Their offensive was fierce and persistent. Every attack caused the light of the barrier to tremble slightly, and it seemed that it could be broken at any time.

Zou Mubai looked solemn upon seeing this, he knew very well that this barrier was his last line of defense, once it was lost, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, he quickly adjusted his breathing, concentrated all his cultivation, and injected more spiritual power into the barrier, trying to strengthen its defense and resist the fierce attack of the Mingxiu Pavilion guards.

At the same time, Ying Qi, Si Yao and others also announced the identities of their sect's ancestors on the spot, and ordered the surrounding sect monks to get rid of the enemies in the air as soon as possible to reduce the pressure on the barrier.

For a moment, there was a river of blood outside the barrier, and a mess inside the barrier.

He Ronger looked at this scene and thought of the great war between the demons a thousand years ago, and of the master who died to save the people of the spirit world. She covered her head in pain and said, "No, don't... Stop fighting..."

But no one heard her voice, and no one cared about her.

The demon leader in the barrier was already at the end of his strength, his body was extremely weak, but the greed and competitiveness in his eyes were still obvious.

He was unwilling to give up. Over the past thousand years, their people had quietly occupied many cities in the spiritual world. As long as they did as the leader of Mingxiu Pavilion said and killed those with ancient blood, they would be able to rule the spiritual world with peace of mind.

He turned around and scanned the surroundings, finally landing on He Ronger who was not far outside the barrier.

It’s her, she is the one with ancient bloodline!

He raised his hand and pointed at He Rong'er, and said to He Lian'er: "Master of Mingxiu Pavilion, we are cooperating. Since you have promised to help us, why don't you take action now? What are you waiting for?"

He Lian'er didn't like being ordered around and looked unhappy, but she still did as she was told and attacked He Rong'er.

A dark magic power shot out from her hand and shot towards He Ronger who was struggling with her thoughts.

"No, don't!" The three He brothers shouted anxiously, with endless panic and helplessness in their voices.

However, due to the long distance, they were unable to reach He Ronger in time. They could only watch the danger approach step by step, feeling heartbroken, as if being pierced by millions of needles at the same time, and every second was torture.

At this critical moment, Xu Chong, who had been silently guarding behind He Ronger, seemed to have received some kind of call. He suddenly burst out with amazing strength and rushed out without hesitation.

He was like a solid shield, standing in front of He Ronger without hesitation.

His movements were as fast as lightning, decisive and firm, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

He Ronger seemed to feel the hurried breath coming from behind him, as well as the tension and danger in the air.

She looked up suddenly, and her eyes met Xu Chong's determined figure.

At this moment, Xu Chong stood there stiffly, with a shocking red blood line hanging from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on He Ronger, full of tenderness and reluctance, as if he wanted to engrave this moment in his heart forever.

"No, Xu Chong, what's wrong with you?" He Ronger's voice was tearful.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The person who always silently guarded her was now lying on the ground so weakly.

She hurriedly ran forward and tried to support Xu Chong, but unfortunately, she was a step too late.

Xu Chong's body was completely unable to move. He could only lie helplessly on the ground, looking up at He Rong'er, with a gentle light flashing in his eyes, as if telling her: "I'm fine, don't worry."