Rong Jiaojiao shared her feelings, concluding, "I have a feeling that if we go alone, we might die a terrible death."

Leng Qianjue immediately went to discuss with Han Yunshen and the others. After a short while, Leng Qianjue returned and said, "We'll rest here tonight and leave tomorrow."

Rong Jiaojiao didn't know how her seniors had arranged things, but that didn't stop them from following their instructions.

Rong Jiaojiao wanted to cultivate, but Mo Bai dragged her to do a barbecue. This time, it wasn't just about grilling a chicken or a rabbit; he seriously took out a lot of ingredients, preparing for a big meal.

Thinking that a little extra time wouldn't make a difference in cultivation, Rong Jiaojiao agreed and immediately began to help.

Seeing that they were making a lot of noise, Lin Xiaoman realized they were planning to join in the fun, so she rolled up her sleeves and got to work too.

Jun Yuangui, who had been resting with his eyes closed against an ancient tree, opened them upon hearing the noise. He saw Rong Jiaojiao, Mo Bai, and Lin Xiaoman bustling about. He frowned slightly but did not say anything. Instead, he got up and went over to help wash some ingredients.

As night fell, a bright moon hung in the sky above the ancient battlefield, its silvery light shining on the busy figures of the people, adding a touch of warmth to the scene.

The ingredients were quickly cleaned, and Mo Bai and Rong Jiaojiao set up a grill over the fire, skewered the various ingredients, brushed them with a special Lingmi sauce, and slowly grilled them over the fire.

Soon, the food on the grill emitted an enticing aroma, and everyone sat together to enjoy this rare culinary feast.

As darkness quietly receded and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the twenty-year-old Celestial Masters silently arrived at their campsite.

As dawn broke, twenty figures appeared around the camp like ghosts, their uniform aura of the Celestial Master realm causing the air to freeze.

"Xuantian Sect, Youhuang Pavilion, Lingxiao Palace..." Lin Xiaoman whispered, counting the seniors from each sect, her eyes widening. "What powerful figures have arrived!"

Leng Qianjue stepped out from the crowd and waved to Rong Jiaojiao: "Jiaojiao, come here."

Rong Jiaojiao quickly stepped forward, and Leng Qianjue said, "Tell everyone how you feel."

Rong Jiaojiao didn't hesitate and shared her feelings. Leng Qianjue then told the newcomers about Rong Jiaojiao's keen sense of danger.

A middle-aged female cultivator with delicate features said, "In other words, the area beneath that mountain is very likely a teleportation point for the Blood Fiend Sect?"

Han Yunshen nodded: "It's just speculation for now. It's up to us to verify it."

One of the newcomers, a rugged-looking senior male cultivator, said, "Let's go now, or things might change!"

"good!"

Han Yunshen said to the ten people who had been there before, "After you go in, make sure to protect the five seal bearers. The rest of you are responsible for reconnaissance and combat."

The group nodded, then transformed into dozens of streaks of light, speeding towards the mountain that made Rong Jiaojiao's heart tremble.

The mountain peak seemed close at hand, but it took the group a full half hour to fly to reach its foot.

Upon closer inspection, the lush green mountain stands in stark contrast to the desolate ancient battlefields surrounding it, giving it an eerie appearance.

“Something’s not right.” Elder Qiu Fei of Youhuang Pavilion frowned. “The spiritual energy on this mountain is unusually rich, but the spiritual energy in other parts of the ancient battlefield has been polluted by the bloodthirsty energy.”

Han Yunshen raised his hand to signal everyone to stop: "First, set up a trapping formation to prevent anyone from escaping."

Dozens of Celestial Master level experts immediately dispersed, each taking out array flags and array plates, and began to set up the Heaven-Trapping Array around the mountain peak.

With the completion of the Heaven-Binding Array, the entire mountain was shrouded in an invisible barrier, preventing even a trace of spiritual energy from leaking out.

Han Yun said in a deep voice, "Everyone, be careful. If there is any unusual movement, take action immediately!"

Holding the Lingyuan Sword, Rong Jiaojiao's heart raced slightly. She felt that this mountain was too calm, as if it were waiting for something.

"Go!" Han Yunshen gave the order, and the group split into several teams and advanced up the mountain.

However, the moment they stepped into the forest, the entire mountain suddenly trembled!

"boom--!"

Countless cracks appeared in the ground, and a dense aura of bloodlust shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, instantly obscuring the heavens.

The once lush trees withered rapidly, turning into black, dead branches, while dark red liquid seeped from the ground, as if the entire mountain was bleeding!

"Not good, there's a trap!" Leng Qianjue shouted sharply, his flying sword instantly unsheathed, slashing at a blood-red vine that pierced out from the ground.

"roar--!"

A deafening roar came from underground, followed by countless blood-red demonic shadows crawling out of the cracks. Their hideous faces were covered with twisted runes, clearly the "Blood Demon Puppets" raised by the demon spirit.

Rong Jiaojiao's pupils contracted sharply, and the Twelve Yuan Chen Pearls automatically flew out from her sea of ​​consciousness, swirling around her body. The Rat Rune was activated first, and countless tiny spatial rifts exploded within the Blood Fiend Demon Puppet horde, shredding the front-line demon puppets into fragments.

However, the number of demonic puppets was simply too great, surging forth from the ground like a tidal wave. They brandished their sharp claws and spewed foul-smelling black flames from their mouths, scorching the ground wherever they went.

"Everyone, form a battle formation!" Han Yunshen produced an ancient battle flag with star patterns on its surface.

As he waved the array flag, dozens of Celestial Master level experts simultaneously formed hand seals, and huge phantom stars appeared in the sky. Starlight shot towards the demonic puppet like sharp swords, temporarily suppressing the attack.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rong Jiaojiao unleashed her "Sword Transformation into a Dragon," with the Lingyuan Sword transforming into a silver streak of light as it weaved through the demonic puppets. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a tremor in space, tearing the bodies of the demonic puppets apart.

But she soon discovered that the wounds of these demonic golems could heal rapidly unless their core runes were completely destroyed.

"Attack the runes between their eyebrows!" Rong Jiaojiao shouted a reminder to everyone.

At the same time, she mobilized the power of the Nine Dragon Seal, and nine illusory azure dragons flew out of the seal, their claws fiercely grabbing at the head of the demon puppet.

Jun Yuangui was on the other side. His small bronze seal burst out with golden light, transforming into chains that bound the demonic puppet, creating an opportunity for his companion to attack.

Mo Bai wielded a longsword, its blade flashing like lightning, each strike carrying a sharp, fierce aura. While fighting, he also kept an eye on Rong Jiaojiao's safety, immediately repelling any approaching demonic puppets with a swift swing of his sword.

"Jiaojiao, watch out behind you!" he shouted, sweeping his long sword across and slicing the three attacking demonic puppets in half at the waist.

Just as everyone was locked in fierce battle with the demonic puppet, a piercing shriek suddenly came from the center of the mountain.

A huge crimson vortex appeared out of thin air, and an old man in black robes walked out of it.

The blood-red bead in his hand was now emitting an eerie light, and countless human faces appeared on its surface, each face twisting and screaming in agony.

"I didn't expect you guys would actually find this place."

The old man in black robes laughed sinisterly, "However, this will be your burial ground!"