“Young friend Fu, and my disciple.”
Of course, Baiyu Zhenjun had not forgotten the Six Sons of Yimeng.
The six Yimeng disciples had already been reminded by Baiyu Zhenjun to close their five senses, and sat neatly in the room.
Bai Yu Zhenjun looked at them and waved his hand, sending them onto the Water Cloud Boat. Several hundred people on the boat were rescued within a quarter of an hour, and Jia Xitong maneuvered the Water Cloud Boat, flying more than ten miles away from Yuncheng in the blink of an eye.
These people regained their senses once they left the area of Yuncheng, and a group of them asked what had happened as if they were in a dream.
"Jiayuan, keep an eye on them."
Bai Yu Zhenjun gave the order to the Six Sons of Yimeng, and then immediately boarded the boat and rushed back.
An invisible spiritual force shook the entire Water Cloud Boat, causing it to stagger.
Jia Xitong and Bai Yuzhenjun both closed their five senses, so they were not harmed. In fact, an extremely piercing sound was getting louder and louder in Yuncheng.
The attack, imbued with spiritual power, first shattered the glass porcelain, and then cracks began to appear in the house.
The building collapsed.
The people covered their ears and ran out in pain.
But this sound couldn't be completely ignored by covering one's ears. Some people, bleeding from all seven orifices, collapsed to the ground as they walked, while others, unable to bear the pain, smashed their heads against the broken walls and died.
The streets and alleys were littered with the corpses of livestock and people. The city, with a history of more than 500 years, was now like a bloody hell.
Jia Xitong moved even faster, but the Water Cloud Boat was only so big, and the number of people it could save was also limited.
"Young friend, Fu Lu."
Bai Yu Zhenjun suddenly called her back, seemingly having made a different decision...
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