The Deep-rooted Evil

Within the confines of Baijian Heights, part of the Song Mount Sect.

"You shouldn't have come to me at a time like this," said Fei Bin, the renowned master of Song Mount Sect, as he gazed at the cloaked figure before him, his tone icy.

"I wouldn't have come if it weren't absolutely necessary," replied the cloaked figure.

"Hmph! You had better provide me with a reasonable explanation," Fei Bin retorted coldly.

With Fei Bin's disdainful snort, a mysterious atmosphere pervaded the surroundings, enveloping the entire courtyard and extending outward, an ambiance unique to martial masters.

Within this atmosphere, infused with an aura of vitality, silently coursing through like streams of blood, crimson patterns spread along the ground and walls, akin to ants crawling, swiftly covering the surrounding structures and trees.

In the next moment, several lurking figures hidden among the trees erupted into explosions, transforming into pools of blood and flesh.