Seeing this, several people couldn't help but wonder. What happened to this Immortal Venerable? Why did he look a little strange? Several people looked at each other, then he fell from mid-air and walked towards them.
"Thank you very much for your rescue." City Lord Lu hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the immortals to show his gratitude.
Several people waved their hands and said, "It's okay. We just happened to pass by. We were just a step too slow after all, allowing Xue Luo to kill so many people."
Hearing this, City Lord Lu glanced at the corpses on the ground with a sad look on his face: "Don't worry, Immortal Lords, I will give them a proper burial." He did not expect that this evil cultivator would be Xue Luo, and he did not expect that tonight would be so tragic. Not only did so many cultivators die, but several of them almost died here. Even the ghost doctor was sucked into the vortex, and his life or death is still unknown.
After hearing what City Lord Lu said, several people nodded and walked towards the Immortal Lord of Yunqiong Immortal Sect. They came to his side and glanced at Duan Ye, then asked, "Old friend, what's wrong? Why do you look a little strange?"
"It's over, it's over, it's really over this time, we're in big trouble." The immortal said, shaking his head. The current situation was unexpected.
"What's over? Please tell me in detail." asked an immortal.
"Duan Ye, didn't you go to train with your uncle and the others? Why are you here?" asked another immortal from the Yunqiong Immortal Sect, somewhat surprised that Duan Ye was here.
"Uncle Master, I am with Fengjiu." Duan Ye's voice was a little dull. At this moment, his mind was in a mess and he didn't care that his wounds were still bleeding.
"Uncle Duan, why don't you bandage your wounds first? I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you continue like this." Lu Xiyan stepped forward and spoke in a low voice. Although she knew it was rude for them to interrupt the Venerable when he was speaking, she saw that his body was shaking slightly and his face was getting paler, and she was worried that he wouldn't be able to bear it.
After hearing this, several immortal masters looked at Duan Ye's injuries. They saw that his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes. The deep wounds were bleeding, and his clothes were soaked with blood. His face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and his body was swaying slightly, as if he was about to fall. So, one of them said, "Go in first! Bandage your wounds first."
"My fellow immortals, please come this way."
City Lord Lu endured the injuries on his body and asked them to go to the front yard. At this time, the guards and servants who had been hiding in the City Lord's Mansion and had not come out came forward and helped to carry the injured people to the front.
Yi Xiuran, who was behind him, paused for a moment while holding his sword, and followed. He also wanted to know if these immortals from the immortal sects could know Fengjiu's current situation
After entering the Dark Gate, Feng Jiu should be fine with her strength. However, she didn't know what was behind the Dark Gate. Where would the Dark Gate send her to? Would she have a chance to come back
Even he himself did not know the answers to these questions. Perhaps, he could only learn them from the people of this immortal sect.
When they got to the front, Lu Xiyan and Ruan Ru helped to treat and bandage their wounds. After the wounds of several people were bandaged, the servants served them tea and then left. Only the Immortal Lords, City Lord Lu and others were left in the front hall.