Just then, a streak of blood-red light shot out from underground. It carried a Human-Faced Banner and instantly pierced through a cultivator's chest, sending his body tumbling to the ground as his Essence Blood was drained completely.
The Human-Faced Banner then whirled around them, seemingly to verify their auras.
Upon seeing this, the cultivators, who were dressed as Loose Cultivators, felt an aura of the same origin. Their faces lit up with joy, and they hurriedly kowtowed in gratitude.
"May we ask which senior is helping us?"
"We are eternally grateful." Their voices trembled with immense joy.
"The Holy Sect is indestructible, its flame passed on forever. There is no need to ask," a muffled, hoarse, ancient voice replied from within the Human-Faced Banner.
Hearing this, the cultivators' expressions grew even more respectful and overjoyed. "We understand now," they said, their voices trembling. "It truly is a senior from our Holy Sect who is orchestrating things here."
