At this moment, the sound of battle cries erupted, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in Ji Wufan's eyes: "My rescuers must have arrived."
"Quick! Fang Hao, help me out."
Fang Hao nodded, stepped forward, and helped Ji Wufan up.
After more than ten minutes, the screams in the village gradually faded, and the remaining villagers were gathered together.
Several strong men dragged up a young boy with broken arms. The boy looked defiantly at the men in black, seemingly unfazed by the scene before him: "My father is Xuan Cheng Immortal Venerable of the Purple Cloud Palace; he won't spare you."
"Xuan Cheng Immortal Venerable has so many sons, he probably forgot about you long ago."
"Is this Ji Wufan?"
"He had his arms blown off before; this should be the kid."
"Take him away."
"Kill everyone else."
A series of screams erupted, and all the villagers were slaughtered. The whole village was reduced to ashes by a single fire.
