Luo Yang stood motionless, seemingly sulking.

Unexpectedly, he was speaking with the Blood Devil.

Aunt Thirteen glanced at the two corpses on the ground, unsure of what to do.

This was a big problem.

If it were other disciples of the Eight Immortals Hall, it would be easier to handle, but these were two of the Four Great Elders.

The other two escaped elders have likely gone to get help.

When the entire Eight Immortals Hall charges in later, the scene will be quite bloody.

Aunt Thirteen quickly took out her phone to make a call.

Hearing Aunt Thirteen on the phone, Luo Yang ended his conversation with the Blood Devil.

He overheard Aunt Thirteen saying things like "Sis, think of something," and knew she was talking to the Palace Master of the Shi Sheng Palace.

Unable to escape the array, one could be trapped to death here.

When The Tenth Mu Tan exits the Nine Star Chain Array and doesn’t see Luo Yang, it might head straight for the Shi Sheng Palace.

On account of Hong Jiaxin, Luo Yang didn’t want The Tenth Mu Tan to destroy the Shi Sheng Palace.

But there was no way out now.

He wanted to meet Hong Jiaxin one last time, but it seemed unlikely.

Soon, they’d have to fight the Eight Immortals Hall to the death; how long they could last was unknown.

Thinking he might be staying here permanently, Luo Yang’s mind instantly filled with the charming images and voices of Tang Guihua, An Yuying, and other beauties.

Thankfully, modern technology allows him to talk to them without going back.

Seizing the time, Luo Yang pulled out his phone and dialed Tang Guihua’s number first.

When connected, he heard Tang Guihua’s sweet voice asking, "Niu Zai, are you back?"

In that instant, countless words swelled in Luo Yang’s heart, feelings clogging his chest, not sure where to start.

There was so much he wanted to say.

Getting no response, Tang Guihua playfully scolded, "Niu Zai, are you teasing me?"

Seeing her slightly annoyed, Luo Yang laughed, "Sister Guihua, I just wanted to call and hear your voice."

Upon hearing this, a chuckle came from the other end.

Then Tang Guihua sweetly laughed, "Niu Zai, I don’t have time to chatter with you. I still have patients to see."

That meant she was probably at the health clinic in the Village Office.

If she was busy with work, it wouldn’t be wise to disturb her.

He almost said, "I might not make it home," which would make her ask for the reason.

If he said he was about to die, she’d panic.

Then he’d have to comfort her.

Saying all that might prolong the call indefinitely.

Once the Eight Immortals Hall enters the array for revenge, it’ll be a tough battle, and he couldn’t let Tang Guihua hear it; otherwise, she’d worry more.

After much thought, Luo Yang forced a smile and said, "Sister Guihua, I’ll talk to you when I get back, okay?"

Tang Guihua playfully warned, "Don’t sweet-talk me. If you’re not back by tomorrow night, you’ll be sorry."

He only ended the call after making several promises.

He still wanted to call many others afterward.

Realizing he couldn’t call them all at once, he decided to call An Yuying first.

Upon connecting, he heard An Yuying’s gentle voice asking, "Niu Zai, are you back yet?"

He was still in the capital city.

Luo Yang chuckled, "Sister An, not so soon. What are you doing?"

An Yuying softly replied, "I’m grading papers. When are you coming back?"

Her question tugged at Luo Yang’s heart.

If he told the truth, she’d be heartbroken.

Yet he couldn’t bear to lie to her.

Knowing that there was little chance of returning, Luo Yang let out a long sigh.

Perhaps An Yuying heard his sigh and curiously asked, "Niu Zai, what’s wrong? Something bothering you? Tell me, I’ll help you share the burden."

How could he let her share in facing death?

Luo Yang forced a bitter smile, "Sister An, it’s nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice. I’ll talk to you when I get back."

A soft laugh came from the other end, followed by her sweet voice, "Niu Zai, hurry back. I’ve learned a new dish, and I want to cook it for you."

It would be wonderful if he could taste her new dish.

Continuing the conversation felt like his voice would choke with emotion, likely revealing his state to her.

Reluctantly, he summoned a smile and said, "Sister An, when I get back, you can cook it for me. Okay, I’ve got to go now, bye."

Ending the call, Luo Yang no longer had the courage to call anyone else.

After all, thinking it might be the last call was too sad a thought.

It was time for a deadly battle; he couldn’t be too dejected. He had to pick himself up, perhaps blood and steel might carve a path home.

If he could see Hong Jiaxin, it’d be great.

If not, then only time might reveal an opportunity.

Having killed two Eight Immortals Hall elders might mean they won’t let her meet Luo Yang.

Aside from not seeing Hong Jiaxin, another regret was being unable to kill Wang Weiye.

That scoundrel likely would only show himself after the Eight Immortals Hall had beaten Luo Yang down.

By then, unless Luo Yang didn’t use the Flying Sword, and waited until Wang Weiye was close to unleash it, perhaps he could kill him in one strike.

But if he didn’t use the Flying Sword, he couldn’t withstand the Eight Immortals Hall’s assault.

If there’s no chance to kill Wang Weiye, the Blood Devil must be enlisted to help with revenge.

Luo Yang thought to himself, "Miss Mo Ye, if I die, please avenge me by killing Wang Weiye."

The Blood Devil coldly replied, "You promised to help me find my husband! I haven’t found him yet, so you can’t die!"

If one could control life and death, that would be perfect.

Currently, Luo Yang found himself in dire straits, his fate not in his own hands.

If he weren’t in the array, he could flee instantly.

Returning then uniting with The Tenth Mu Tan and others, then he’d confront the Eight Immortals Hall.

Unfortunately, stuck in the array, with no Mysterious Golden Light emerging to give a clue on breaking it.

Desiring to live and leave seemed wishful thinking.

Two elder corpses from the Eight Immortals Hall hiding on the ground compounded the problem.

Luo Yang laughed, "Miss Mo Ye, I’ll try to survive. I just mean if I can’t, you should avenge me."

With a disdainful snort, the Blood Devil said, "You humans always love fighting. Among so many creatures, humans are the most combative!"

Back in the day, Mo Ye and Gan Jiang were human too.

Luo Yang coldly laughed, "Miss Mo Ye, do you no longer consider yourself human?"

This left the Blood Devil speechless.

After a while, the Blood Devil, slightly annoyed, said, "I need to find my husband; I can’t mind your affairs!"

So the Blood Devil wasn’t focused on avenging Luo Yang.

Luo Yang knew hoping for vengeance from the Blood Devil was unrealistic.

It’s simple, if the Blood Devil appeared, every force in the world would seek it.

The Blood Devil would have no time to help Luo Yang, being too busy fleeing.

While Luo Yang and the Blood Devil talked, ripples stirred in the near distance’s void again.

It looked just like ripples on a lake’s surface.

Emerging from the waves was none other than Wang Weiye!

Enraged by his appearance, Luo Yang felt his anger surge.

As the saying goes, enemies meeting ignites fury.