A day passed.

Huang Xiaolong and the little cow were passing over a black hill, when they saw a group of blue-robed disciples carrying short blades, fleeing fearfully towards them and shouting for help on the top of their lungs.

Chasing them from behind was a group of Hell’s creatures consisting of the ghost-faced vipers, eight-clawed lizards, sharp-beaked magic centipede, and others; there were more than a dozen kinds of Hell’s creatures.

Judging from this group’s attire, they were likely to be the Void Sky World’s Short Blade Gate’s disciples.

The Short Blade Gate was one of the super forces of Void Sky World, however, they were slightly weaker compared to the Golden Phoenix Pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, these Short Blade Gate’s disciples had run up to Huang Xiaolong, with the wave of Hell creatures following behind them.

It was too late for Huang Xiaolong to dodge even if he wanted to; a light flashed and the Mulberry Sword appeared in his hand....