"Well, leave first." Come back later.

…

District 9.

Chen Yan and others came to the collapsed Colosseum and found the place blocked by the barrier.

Just as they were about to break the barrier and check what was going on inside—

The barrier was broken.

What followed was a series of screams.

Uncle Zeng and other old ministers' expressions changed and they looked at each other.

"Go in and take a look." Chen Yan's eyes darkened, she remembered that Qing Wu was still inside.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

When the group entered, the first thing that caught their eyes was the corroded corpses and the seriously injured cultivator who was lying on the ground groaning.

Looking up, I saw an old man holding a transparent bottle filled with black liquid.

That old man was none other than Mr. Qiu!

The person not far from Old Qiu was Shen Ce. He was seriously injured at this time, his face was pale, cold sweat was pouring out, half of his shoulder was corroded by black water, and turbid blood was oozing out.

His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth to persevere.

Around the center of the battle, there were still many cultivators alive. They had been huddled in the corner in fear, fearing that Black Water would attack them! Now that the barrier was broken, they all fled as fast as they could!

And Shen Ce saw Shen Yan at a glance, his face changed slightly, the cinnabar mark on his collarbone became hot again, and even his heart felt a surge of heat.

He was about to speak when he saw her quickly walk to the other side.

She reached out and quickly helped a handsome young man up. The young man was dying, his face was as pale as paper, and a lot of blood was flowing from the corners of his lips. The skin on his chest was corroded by black water, which was extremely shocking.

"Qingwu, hold on!" Chen Yan's face was solemn, and his voice revealed a hint of anxiety and worry.