As more and more cultivators of Green Cicada Valley leapt out from the surrounding mountains and forests, a surging poison fog rose up in the wilderness. Wherever it passed, flowers, grass, and trees withered at a visibly rapid pace.
Fang Wang stood on the mid-slope, surveying his surroundings, he was completely surrounded.
He didn't attack immediately; instead, he waited for Green Cicada Valley's encirclement to prevent them from going after Fang Hanyu.
Countless poisonous insects flew in from the horizon, darkening the sky. Gradually, the land fell into gloom.
"Even if it were a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, I would accompany the young master. Young master, rest assured, I have stayed in the Great Saint's Grotto-Heaven for so many years, I've learned quite a few skills!"
Xiao Zi clung to Fang Wang's shoulder, trembling as it spoke, its voice frail but its demonic Qi ready for battle.