Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Chapter 3570 Lives Hanging By A Thread

Chapter 3570 Lives Hanging By A Thread

Song Yiping looked toward the mountain range below, although given their cultivation, their senses couldn't reach that far.

"There's a fight in the mountains," Feng Jiu said, sniffing the air and detecting a faint scent of blood. "There has been bloodshed."

Both Song Yiping and Ye Ling were taken aback when they heard this. The Hollow Rise Mountain were home to only eight reclusive clans who rarely resorted to violence, how could this bloodshed happen now…

"Should we go there and have a look?" Feng Jiu asked the two.

Song Yiping hesitated. They had already made plans to leave. If they went over to investigate and then those people found them...

"Let's go take a look. The eight clans never usually draw weapons. If there's bloodshed now, it must be serious," Ye Ling whispered.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu nodded. "Let's go then." She looked at Xuanyuan Mo Ze.

Xanyuan Mo Ze took her hand and they began to walk down the mountain, followed by Song Yiping carrying Ye Ling on his back.

In the wooded mountain area, thick branches blocked out the sunlight, filling the air with a cold atmosphere. There, the eight families were engaged in a fierce battle.

They were originally ordered to patrol the forest, but they suddenly started fighting here, swinging their razor-sharp blades at each other, each strike lethal.

The clas.h.i.+ng of swords, the rus.h.i.+ng air currents, and the pressure of aura filled the air with a distinct feeling of dread that became more suffocating and unsettling. The stench of blood, the low grunts and the screams were spreading throughout the forest.

"Aah!"

Clang!

With a scream, blood spurted forth. A man fell down and a sword swung in his direction, only to be deflected by a third man's blade, which clattered and splattered with sparks as they collided.

"Get up! Send a signal!" A man drenched in blood yelled, protecting the man who had been slashed and urging the others to send a signal to the sky.

If Feng Jiu and Song Yiping were there, they'd recognize him as Ye Ling's older brother.

Just as he was shouting, a blade swung at his arm.

"Hiss, aargh!"

He cried out in pain and dropped his sword. Blood poured from the wound, and two more swords and blades came at him.

Swis.h.!.+

A fierce sword intent and the sharp blade intent came rus.h.i.+ng towards him. The cold killing intent burst out from the tips of the swords, cutting his cheek and leaving a b.l.o.o.d.y mark.

"Watch out!"

An older man lunged at him, pus.h.i.+ng him to the ground and rolling away to dodge the deadly blades. They both felt the chilling killing intent sweep over them.

"Run!"

The older man shoved him aside and jumped up to block the attackers. But he couldn't handle them all, stumbling as he was cut and stabbed.

"Uncle!"

When he saw his family in dire danger, he had no desire to flee. He charged, grabbing a fallen blade and blocking the incoming weapons.

Clang!

Several blades crushed down on his sword, and then a flash of cold light came from the side, slas.h.i.+ng violently at them.