Feng Fan's speed wasn't enough to reach them before the cultists' attacks tore Tan Wei and Feng Fan's wives apart. In truth, even if it had been, he still couldn't have saved them. The defensive arrays surrounding his body were designed to protect only himself. They didn't extend wide enough to block the barrage of attacks coming from every direction toward them.
Fortunately, neither Tan Wei nor the women showed even a hint of fear. On the contrary, Tan Wei's crazed grin only widened, as if everything unfolding was part of some grand plan.
"Thank you for the meal," Tan Wei said, opening the lid of the Suppression Cauldron.
In an instant, a brilliant flash of crimson erupted from within like an exploding volcano. The energy radiating from it was reminiscent of the poisonous green fog that had tried to kill them moments earlier, yet distinctly different.
