Watching this scene, Dariel felt his own heart being pulverized amidst the continuous, agonizing screams of his disciples.
Suddenly thinking of something, he pulled out a communication jade slip from his robes. Roaring into it like an absolute madman.
"Senior Brother Vincent, hurry and save me!"
"That devil... that devil has come!"
On the other side, Sunblaze Peak.
Vincent was personally leading five hundred elite disciples, patrolling and guarding the entire mountain for the night. That specific communication jade slip had been left sitting on the throne in the Peak Master's Hall.
Dariel's desperate yelling echoed from the jade slip. But no matter how he shouted until his throat tore, absolutely no one paid any attention.
He shouted for a long time without getting a reply. His face instantly filling with furious panic. Left with no choice, he tried contacting Aerin.
Spirit Artisan Peak.
