Is it still too weak?

"Sacrifice?" Ye Han was stunned. "Right."

There was a hint of solemnity in the old voice as he continued: "If my teacher guessed correctly, these two extraterrestrial evil spirits should have used the inner disciples of the Xuanyang Sect as sacrifices.

"Use their blood to summon a terrifying evil demon to cross the border!"

"This..." Ye Han's expression froze.

These evil spirits were already terrifying to him.

God knows.

What a powerful existence the other party can summon.

Ye Han estimated that once these two extraterritorial evil spirits succeeded, the entire Xuanyang Sect would be destroyed. "Master, is there any way we can stop them?" Ye Han asked in his mind.

He is not an indifferent person. If he was truly indifferent, he would have sneaked away long ago.

After all.

In his mind, there is still such a terrifying figure as Master. This black mist may be able to trap the inner disciples of Xuanyang Sect, but it will definitely not be able to trap Master Ye Han. "There are many ways, but none of them are possible for you. Your current strength is still too weak." The old voice said lightly. "Is it still too weak?"

Ye Han's face turned pale, and he slowly lowered his head, a trace of sadness flashed across his face. "You don't have to worry too much."

Ye Han's master seemed to have seen through Ye Han's inner thoughts. After sighing quietly, he said with relief: "This place is not far from Xuanyang Sect. It is estimated that the elders of Xuanyang Sect will arrive in a while."

"With them taking action, it won't be a problem to deal with these two extraterritorial evil spirits."

"But...recognize, 'accurate,' Ruo Shui! 'First Hair.,: Bai' whoring!: Don't disturb the party."

Ye Han pursed his lips.

He looked at the mountain peak not far away, where corpses were placed. A rough count showed that there were at least two to three hundred corpses. These people were all disciples of the Xuanyang Sect's inner sect.

A quarter of an hour ago, they were still alive, but a quarter of an hour later, they were already cold corpses.

To know.

In this inner sect trial, all the people put together are only over a thousand people.

There are already two to three hundred corpses placed here alone, plus some inner disciples who died in other places. According to conservative estimates, nearly half of the people participating in the trial have been killed or injured.

Witnessing all this, Ye Han wanted to rush out to save people several times but was stopped by his master at the last moment.

He is just in the early stage of the Yuan Qi realm.

Even if they rush out, it will only give away one more head, which will not help the entire situation.

"The world of cultivation has always been so cruel. You have to learn to adapt. It's not..."

The old voice spoke.

I want to persuade Ye Han.

But the words are not finished yet.

On the mountain peak.

An evil demon suddenly stopped what he was doing. He turned around and looked at the remaining 400 or so inner disciples of the Xuanyang Sect not far away.

"Zheng!"

He waved down with one hand, and a jet-black sword light, dozens of feet long, shot out with a pop, and dozens of inner disciples were decapitated like grass.

Blood spurted out, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

Dozens of headless corpses stood erect on black pillars, completely soundless.

The blood was flowing, and it seemed to be drawn by some kind of pull. Instead of flowing randomly, it merged into the blood pool not far away.

With the addition of new blood, the brilliance in the blood pool became even brighter.

"Asshole!"

"Extraterrestrial evil spirits, do you dare to fight me openly and openly!"

"Kill my Xuanyang Sect disciples, and one day I will invade the demon world outside the territory and completely exterminate all evil demons!"

When the other Xuanyang Sect disciples saw what was happening in front of them, each of them had bloodshot eyes and was furious, wanting to rush over and fight to the death.

Unfortunately, they were all tied to the pillars, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free.

They could only watch helplessly as one fellow disciple after another fell in front of them.

There are still some people who are ashen-faced and almost in despair.

The opponent kills people too fast. Every time he takes action, dozens to more than a hundred inner disciples will lose their lives, and they may not even wait for the elders to arrive.

These people are completely dead.

"Don't be anxious, it will be your turn soon. It is an honor for you pigs to be the devil's sacrifice!"

The demon who took action had a sinister smile on his lips. His eyes swept over everyone's face, making everyone feel a creepy feeling in their hearts.

It was as if he was being targeted by a terrifying creature.

"Hateful!"

Not far away.

Hidden in the dark, Ye Han witnessed the death of dozens of fellow disciples. His eyes were red, and a wisp of murderous intent that was almost solidified lingered around him.

If he was strong enough, he could not wait to kill these two demons right here.

"Contain your murderous intent!"

In Ye Han's mind, an old voice immediately reminded him.

But he just finished speaking.

"Um?"

The demon who had just struck seemed to be aware of it. He turned his head and looked toward where Ye Han was hiding.

"It turns out there is still a human being who slipped through the net."

He let out a ferocious laugh and walked slowly toward Ye Han.

The pace is slow, but the speed is fast.

"Oops!"

The old voice exclaimed and shouted, "Disciple, retreat quickly!"

Ye Han didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly stood up in the darkness, utilizing his lifelong cultivation, and dashed towards a safer distance.

Although he was very fast, the demon was even faster!

In the blink of an eye, he had already closed in on Ye Han, raising his palm and striking down forcefully. This was the attack of a mysterious demon in the Mysterious Core Realm, and the palm strike was imminent.

Ye Han had no choice but to fight for his survival!

In the distance, many of the inner disciples who were tied to the pillars couldn't bear to watch and closed their eyes, anticipating the gruesome outcome.

"Disciple, this time I can only intervene for my master. I will lend you my strength to aid your escape from here. However, after this, my master may need to rest for a while," the old voice spoke, preparing to take action. "I was the one who put the master and the disciple in danger due to my impulsiveness," Ye Han responded, feeling a deep sense of guilt.

Because of his impulsive actions, both his master and fellow disciple were placed in grave danger. "No..." the old man began to say.

But he was cut off.

Suddenly, a figure bathed in golden light appeared, reaching Ye Han first, and stood before him in an instant. This figure remained calm and composed, countering the incoming palm strike with an equally powerful one, as if he held the strength to lift the entire world, exuding an immense and overwhelming force.

A deafening explosion rang out as the two palms collided, echoing like a resonating bell. The shockwaves radiated outward from the point of impact, causing chaos in all directions.