At that moment, five people were gathering in the east of Rashamon City.
Besides them, there were also the children they had kidnapped.
These children were all confined within an iron cage.
Feng Yan waved his sleeve, and the iron cage instantly shrank to the size of a palm, which he held in his hand.
The children inside had also shrunk into tiny figures, shivering in fear within the iron cage.
"Not enough, we need to catch more," Feng Yan said.
"Yes!" the four guards immediately responded.
They were about to set out again.
"Splat!"
However, just then, a horrifyingly sharp light flashed from the sky and vanished.
It instantly sliced one of the guards in half.
"Eh?" Feng Yan was momentarily stunned, then his eyes became fierce.
The one who died was an early stage Zifu-level powerhouse.
The other three guards who had just set out also stopped, looking toward the source of the sharp light.
They saw a woman in a red dress and a monk walking up from the distant street.
