The strength of the three sects was not much less than that of the Demon Cult, which prevented the cult from besieging them, leaving the three great masters with few worthy opponents.
On the mountain path, people were swarming, and the Demon Cult was defeated!
The remaining seven or eight members of the Demon Cult desperately fled toward the mountain top, and no one chased after them.
The seven Hengshan disciples, gasping for breath, said, "Thank you, esteemed senior brothers, for your help."
"Senior sister, where is master now?" Yi Qing hurriedly asked.
Yi Quan caught his breath and said, "Master and the others are in the center of Xiaoyao Ferry."
"They must still be at the Demon Cult's main temple in Luzhou City, clashing with the high-level experts of the Demon Cult."
Yue asked, "Then how did you end up fighting up the mountain?"
"Exactly," Mo Da indicated in the direction of Luzhou City, "What's going on with the garrison in Luzhou City?"