As Meng Ao's fist swung toward Wang Yan, everyone's expressions were varied.
On Meng Wu and Meng Tian's faces, there was a sinister look of delighted revenge, while Ji Congjing's face turned ashen gray again. The other uninvolved observing demon cultivators shook their heads, feeling pity for Wang Yan.
Charging into Yunmeng County alone was commendable for its courage, but the inevitable outcome was defeat.
Amidst the sounds of pity from the crowd, a figure suddenly flew backward, slamming heavily onto the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
This person, once crashed onto the ground, immediately opened their mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Seeing this person spit blood, Ji Congjing's heart instantly sank.
With Wang Yan's defeat, her own life might be at risk.
In her despair, Ji Congjing looked at the person on the ground but suddenly froze.
Because lying on the ground, the person's face was old, with a long beard now soaked with blood.
