As Fang Yu’s voice fell, the crowd remained in a surrounding stance, no one dared to act rashly.

The Rebel Army’s Four Ministers, the Underworld’s Four Hall Masters, the Rebel Army’s Deputy Commander...

One by one, each top expert, at this moment joined forces, encircling the black-robed figure in the An Mansion courtyard, their expressions heavy, no one dared to casually make a move.

And behind the black-robed figure, was none other than the An Mansion’s Sky-reaching Pillar, the Soothing Spirit Pillar!

It was as if one man was defending a pass, and none could move past him; amazingly, he alone blocked the combined forces of all present experts, keeping everyone from approaching the Soothing Spirit Pillar!

If one looked closely, one could see a group of people seemingly adhered to the pillar, unable to move, some crying loudly, some in a state of collapse, some shouting excitedly - various expressions were visible, and Ye Danshan, whom Fang Yu was familiar with, was among them.

Meanwhile, a monk with hollow eyes, like picking flowers with fallen leaves, gently touched these people, either taking bones, staining blood, or extracting flesh, accompanied by the screams of the medicine men, as if painting, danced swiftly along the Sky-reaching Pillar.

As the monk moved, the patterns on the Soothing Spirit Pillar flickered, faintly glowing, gradually becoming complete.

[Quan Heng:146/1000.]

This was the first time Fang Yu saw Monk Quan Heng’s health not at full capacity, but no matter how he called out, Monk Quan Heng seemed unable to hear, moving back and forth along the Soothing Spirit Pillar, seemingly losing his sensibility; the situation was somewhat precarious.

Initially, Fang Yu thought this attack on the An Mansion, with the Rebel Army’s top combat strength outside, the power of the Underworld Hall Masters combined, Monk Quan Heng’s inside man readiness to defect upon contact as an inside man, and the An Family Head absent, confronting the army on the city walls; this trip should have been a sure thing.

Unexpectedly, following the Rebel Army into the An Mansion, first encountered resistance from An Mansion experts, then was besieged by several Great Elders.

Fortunately, the Rebel Army’s President Xu Tianyin timely intervened, fighting alongside several Great Elders, allowing them to break free and charge towards the rear courtyard.

At this point, Fang Yu actually had thoughts of retreat.

The Rebel Army’s insane actions seemed to press all their assets, to give all they had on this night, just to approach the Sky-reaching Pillar.

Initially planning to find Monk Quan Heng, flee together, that’d be it, didn’t expect to lead the Rebel Army to the courtyard of the Soothing Spirit Pillar, only to be stopped by the stationed Lord Duan.

Wearing a black robe, leading the miscellaneous guards of the An Mansion, overseeing the place.

Underneath the black robe, completely pitch-black, unable to see through the person’s appearance.

But the health bar doesn’t lie.

[Duan Qianqiu:1000/1000.]

What trash.

This was Fang Yu’s thought at that time.

Looking at the miscellaneous guards around him, all with three to four thousand health.

The leader, only a mere thousand health.

Looking at the situation behind Duan Qianqiu concerning Monk Quan Heng, Fang Yu was ready to directly bypass these people to find Monk Quan Heng on the spot.

But unexpectedly, someone was faster.

"Hahahaha! Get out of my way everyone!"

It was Xu Qingqi.

The strongest among the Rebel Army Ministers, Xu Qingqi, with nearly nine thousand health, drew his sword and swept towards the An Mansion’s miscellaneous guards.

Fang Yu originally thought, with this sweep, the scene would be cleared immediately, but didn’t expect...

Bam!!!

Sword break, man retreat!

Just as Xu Qingqi charged out, he flew back in the same manner.

Landed rather embarrassingly, but actually didn’t lose much health, looking at the broken sword in hand, Xu Qingqi appeared somewhat stunned.

Fang Yu was also momentarily baffled, looked again at Lord Duan’s health bar.

[Duan Qianqiu:10000/10000.]

Good heavens! What a dynamic health bar, hidden so profoundly!

No wonder Ding Hui specifically mentioned this person had a significant position in the An Mansion.

Unfortunately, the people who came this time are all top-notch experts.

A mere ten thousand health power, just one Rebel Army Deputy Commander Wang Zhijun alone would suffice to handle!

"Everyone, let’s go!"

Fang Yu shouted and rushed together with the crowd.

At this moment, fighting alongside him, were the Rebel Army’s Four Ministers, each a monster with more than eight thousand health.

The Underworld’s Four Great Hall Masters, exceptionally powerful, coupled with the Rebel Army’s Deputy Commander in command, what was a mere ten thousand health power worth!

The crowd rushed forward, attacking Lord Duan, but soon people were being frequently sent flying out of the encirclement.

Fang Yu watched short Duan Qianqiu’s total health bar, fleeting moment by moment!

[Duan Qianqiu:9942/10541.]

[Duan Qianqiu:9711/10977.]

[Duan Qianqiu:9466/11426.]

What’s this power fluctuation?

The more fought, the fiercer; the more fought, the stronger, leaving Fang Yu astonished.

From initially taking seven to eight palms to repel a person, to now sending people flying with just two or three palms, the battle situation was rapidly declining.

"Deputy Commander!"

Fang Yu shouted, decisively calling for the strongest backup.

If this continues to increase, it’ll truly be a loss!

Initially just observing, Wang Zhijun, hearing Fang Yu’s shout, realized that if he didn’t act, there would soon be casualties on his side.

Instantly, he charged into the battle.

Like a lightning bolt, he thrust in, directly striking towards Lord Duan’s chest.

Bam!!!

Lord Duan flew backward, falling heavily in a parabolic trajectory, stirring dust.

"Deputy Commander!"

"Great move, Lord Wang!"

"Good!"

Everyone immediately cheered, indeed it was becoming increasingly wrong as they fought.

This guy, despite being besieged, fought more valiantly, long assault unsuccessful, instead left everyone feeling anxious.

Wang Zhijun’s strike immediately allowed everyone to catch a breath, pressure sharply reduced.

Amidst the cheers, only Fang Yu fell silent, quietly retreating a few steps, retreating behind the crowd.

"..."

Silently, Lord Duan slowly got up, the black robe emitting flickering black light, as if someone beneath the black robe was igniting some intense power, began to step forward towards the crowd once more.