Ding Huanchun and his group landed by the riverside, arranging their formation.
Ding Huanchun shouted loudly, "Demoness, come out quickly and face your death!"
This shout echoed like thunder between the peaks, reverberating endlessly.
"Heh, those seeking death have arrived!" came a light laugh from the valley.
"Since they're here seeking death, let's grant them that. Swift battle, swift finish!"
"Swift battle, swift finish!"
"Actually, there's no need to finish quickly. Taking our time is better. Watching them die slowly is more interesting, isn't it?"
"That's nonsense!"
Voices drifted from the valley, some teasing, some stern, some mocking, others indifferent.
Ding Huanchun sneered coldly, "Could this be a lair? Your Divine Movement Sect is bold indeed!"
"Heh heh... we aren't bold at all, we're scared to death by the Court."
With a mocking laugh, four figures floated out.
