Watching as the flames were about to strike the sword-bearing Daoist, suddenly a shadowy figure of deep violet appeared above the path of the flying flames, effortlessly blocking them.
Behind the shadow stood Huang Ting.
Though He Yongnian looked young, he was in fact a Daoist who had undergone possession, and his strength was the highest among the four.
Gazing at Huang Ting and the sword-bearing Daoists, He Yongnian shouted darkly, "The grand cause of the world belongs to Great Tang. You aid these rebels—this is defying heaven itself. There's still time to repent."
Huang Ting replied indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, the world has changed—it is you who have yet to see through it."
"Absurd!" He Yongnian barked, and immediately raised his flute, intending to play another demonic melody.
Huang Ting never meant to give him this chance. Two ghostly purple arms suddenly appeared before Huang Ting, reaching straight for He Yongnian.
