Startled by the loud noise outside, Shen Yue tightened her grip on Huang Ziyue’s arm.
In the next second, her vision went dark, and the scene before her eyes shifted.
She saw plumes of black mist darting into the bamboo house, like a pair of invisible, ghostly hands reaching for her seven children.
The little ones were instantly jolted awake by the commotion. Terrified, they burst into tears, running around in a panic and crying out for their female mother.
During the chaos, Dabao tried to use his spiritual power to fight back and save his younger siblings.
Sanbao also stepped forward, his small body glowing with red light as he shielded Qibao and Liu Bao.
But the black mist coalesced, growing larger and larger like an unseen phantom, and lunged at the children in an instant.
Dabao and Sanbao were completely unable to resist or dodge. The black mist pierced through their bodies on the spot, and they collapsed into pools of blood.
Seeing this, the other children screamed in terror.
They were about to rush toward Dabao and Sanbao, who lay in pools of their own blood.
But the black mist coiled around them, constricting the bodies of the remaining children all at once.
By the time Shen Yue rushed out of the cave, the children had been dragged out of the bamboo house by the black mist in an instant.
They vanished into the night.
She dashed forward to grab them, but it was too late. She could only watch as the little ones were swept away by the black mist.
She fell to her knees, looking at the breathless bodies of Dabao and Sanbao, and her sobs became heart-wrenching.
And then, through the void, she saw a figure wreathed in black energy standing in the distant mid-air.
The person stood amidst the darkness, releasing a plume of black mist from his hand.
With a slight lift of his hand, the children were all caught by the mist and delivered into his grasp.
She couldn’t see his face. She only saw him grab the children before his figure flickered and vanished from sight.
Just then, Huang Ziyue, who was holding her, noticed something was wrong.
"What’s wrong?"
After the vision in her eyes faded, Shen Yue’s face was as pale as paper.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and a sharp pain stabbed at her chest, nearly taking her breath away.
"Save... save the children!"
"The children are in danger."
Huang Ziyue watched her gasp for air, her expression one of extreme agony. She even clutched her chest as tears streamed down her face.
His pupils constricted violently.
"Stay here."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he wrapped his long robes around himself and flashed out of the cave.
The moment Huang Ziyue emerged, he saw several people surrounded by dark shadows and heavily injured.
Even his own subordinates and the attendants of Ye Lüqi and the others, who had been hiding in the shadows, were now in the courtyard, working together to fend off the shadows’ assault.
His eyes narrowed. He gathered his immense spiritual power and struck out with his palm.
BANG!
The blow instantly knocked back the shadows that had been relentlessly attacking the group.
The group immediately turned to look, all letting out a collective gasp of air.
Mu Silin clenched his fists, staring at the repelled shadows.
His arm was wounded. He looked at Huang Ziyue.
"What took you so long!"
Bai Chaosi’s once immaculate robes were now stained with blood.
"Where is she?"
He was asking about Shen Yue.
Huang Ziyue’s figure flashed, and he appeared in their midst, his gaze turning toward the bamboo house.
Seeing this, Lan Cangyue watched the darting shadows warily but didn’t forget to ask a question.
"So, how far did you two get? Did the clothes come off?"
Huang Ziyue shot him a cold glance, his face darkening as he remained silent.
Ye Lüqi, surrounded by a golden aura, scanned the area and sneered.
"Looks like you didn’t get to sleep with her. As expected, not even the heavens are on your side!"
The temperature around Huang Ziyue plummeted. He didn’t want to deal with him.
He turned his cold gaze to the shadows circling them.
"Wu Huo, what’s going on?"
His subordinate, Wu Huo, stood back-to-back with him.
"Great Emperor Master, these shadows appeared out of thin air. They have no physical form and move silently. They’re elusive, like ghosts, yet they possess immense power. When I attack with my spiritual power, it’s like punching cotton. It has no effect on them at all."
Mu Silin stared at the shadows.
"Their goal is to get into the bamboo house. We can’t let them in."
Just now, this thing had turned into black mist and tried to seep into the house. Luckily, they had stopped it in time.

"Female mother, what’s wrong?"
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