Wang Xuan was deeply aware of the gravity of the situation, bewildered at how these individuals had made their way into his backyard. This was something he simply could not tolerate! 0

As the Red-clothed Demoness approached, although he was taken aback, he did not lose his vigilance and swiftly dodged her attempt. Is she trying to remove my beast skin clothing? The rosy glow spread, and mist rose up. The Red Clothed Demoness let out a light huff, clearly suffering from the burns. The substance near this place was too densely real. Especially those translucent red particles that melted everything in their path, even darkening the divine flags, one could imagine the immense lethality they possessed.0

"Where is this, what place, near a real meteorite... Is there a meteorite path?" The Ming Blood Sect's ancestor was in agony, his eyebrows and beard vanished, appearing utterly bewildered by the burns.0

With a whoosh, the Red Clothed Demoness approached again, her arms no longer as fair, her whole being radiating the aura of the Immortal Path as she fought against the red substance with all her might. This was a mysterious battle dance, her waist twisting, descending like a fairy from the heavens, with a charm that acknowledged the severity of the situation. At the same time, she approached Wang Xuan again, noticing his anomaly. His realm was low, yet he was unharmed, especially intrigued by the familiar beast skin he wore.0

"Boy, catch!" Old Zhang yelled, grimacing from the burns, his dignified appearance as the founder of a sect gone, his hair nearly lost, his casual attire turned to ashes in an instant.0

"Where did you all come from?" Wang Xuan asked, his tone serious, not approaching immediately since Old Zhang had always been a liability. 0

This place had always been his private...0