The cyan sword pellet did not disappoint him; its power was quite formidable.

However, the things required to activate the sword pellet each time are terrifying; it not only requires Han Feng's essence and blood but also a large amount of magic power.

Even though Han Feng cultivated multiple techniques and his magical power far surpassed that of others of the same level, he still found it difficult to withstand the attack for a while.

After giving some instructions, Han Feng rested in a cave.

This wasn't the first time Li Shenhai had handled these kinds of matters, so Han Feng was quite reassured about him.

As for Nangong Xian's current whereabouts, there's nothing he can do for the time being.

We can only hope that Nangong Xian is blessed by Heaven and has not died but has gone to another place.

Han Feng had just sent his clone to the place where Nangong Xian disappeared, a place with turbulent spacetime.

If someone accidentally enters that place, there is a high chance they will die inside.

Of course, it is also very possible that they could be transported to other continents or worlds by spacetime turbulence.

The group from Huangfeng Valley finally arrived outside the Purple Moon Sect's gate aboard a flying ship.

"Everyone, follow me and charge towards the Purple Moon Sect to avenge our ancestor!"

With a shout from a Core Formation elder of Yellow Maple Valley, the crowd rushed toward Purple Moon Sect.

They were all like wolves and tigers, with an attitude that it was either my death or the death of the Purple Moon Sect.

When everyone rushed into the Purple Moon Sect, they found that the entire sect was empty.

Just now, Huang Fenggu and the others were about to fight someone to the death, but suddenly they deflated like a punctured balloon.

Even if you want to avenge your ancestor, how can you do so without a target?

"Could it be that our ancestor perished together with the Purple Moon Sect?"

"A Core Formation elder from the Star Moon Sect said with red eyes."

No one answered, but their eyes were all red.

"Even if the Purple Moon Sect is destroyed, we will dig three feet into the ground and leave not a single piece of armor behind!"

"Dig three feet into the ground!!"

"Leave no one alive!!"

The people of Huangfeng Valley then took out their magical artifacts and treasures, intending to turn the nearly destroyed Ziyue Sect into complete ruins.

Because Huang Fenggu and his group were numerous, a spiritual peak soon collapsed with a roar.

Just as everyone was about to continue digging up the next spiritual peak, a familiar figure rushed over.