He suddenly turned his head and looked into the darkness behind him: "Something must have happened over there. Let's go back and take a look first."
His original intention was to keep Black Butterfly here, but thinking of Yang Zipei's experience, he immediately rejected the idea.
Taking the black butterfly with me, I rushed all the way to the camp.
The speed of the two people was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they could see the light and fire in the darkness.
But when he got closer, Lu Fan's steps suddenly stopped, and his expression suddenly darkened.
I only see where the light shines in front of me.
A large group of densely packed figures has occupied the previously empty abyss.
These people all come from the Guwu Family, the Martial Alliance, the three major aristocratic families, and the Hidden World Family.
They all looked ferocious, and under the dim light, they revealed terrifying and greedy faces.
And in the hands of these people, they all held various weapons.
Groups of people stood in the middle of the open space, looking around with excited expressions on their faces.
Among them were Jiang He, Mu Kang, Zhang Zihao, Hai Ziyuan, Wenren Muxue and others.
And, the members of the Li family and the Xuanyuan family fell to the ground, their bodies battered and covered in blood, as if they had turned into corpses.
Li Fuqing, as well as several young warriors from Patriarch Xuanyuan, had their hands and feet tied up, and their faces, arms, and thighs were all covered in blood.
Especially for Li Fuqing, Lu Fan could even see clearly with the naked eye that his thigh had broken, directly piercing the flesh and blood, exposing the white bones to the air!
"what happened?"
Lu Fan's voice was low and he walked forward.
"stop!"
A young warrior raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Lu Fan: "Who asked you to come here? Just stand there and don't move!"
Sound, extremely threatening.
And not only him, but the hundreds of warriors from the ancient martial arts family gathered here at the moment all looked at Lu Fan with extremely unkind eyes.
But when Lu Fan looked over, he found no sign of the three core figures, Cao Qitian, Nangong Wuxiu, or even Dongfang Xun.
"Master Li, what happened?"
He ignored these people and looked directly at Li Fuqing, who was lying on the ground with a painful face; "What are you..."
Li Fuqing endured the severe pain and turned to look at Lu Fan: "Brother Lu, we were wrong. We should have come down with you instead of staying up there with these beasts!"
"Shut up! Who the hell asked you to talk?!"
Before Li Fuqing could finish his words, a warrior stepped forward and kicked him in the stomach.
Li Fuqing was in pain, his face was extremely distorted, and he fell to the ground.
"you wanna die!"
Lu Fan frowned.
"You'd better not act rashly, unless of course you don't take the lives of your women and brothers seriously."
A cold voice sounded.
Immediately afterwards, Cao Qitian's ferocious and vicious face slowly emerged from the darkness and came into Lu Fan's field of vision.
However, what made him angry was that in Cao Qitian's hand, he actually held a transparent dagger.
That short sword looked extremely familiar.
It is almost exactly the same as the transparent dagger with the remaining souls of Shifang City monks sealed in it that Lu Fan had communicated with before in the cemetery above!
At this time, this dagger was being held in Cao Qitian's hand.
The sword blade was pressed against Hai Ziyuan's neck.
