"What's happened, fellow Daoists? Why such panic?" Qian the devil was taken aback as the white shadow, initially appearing ready to attack, flickered back to its original position and abruptly turned halfway around to take up a defensive stance.
Because the cultivators who had flown out of the light screen were all in a sorry state, yet without exception they possessed Nascent Soul stage, even Qian the devil, arrogant as he was, dared not treat them lightly. Furthermore, the explosive sounds that had come from the light screen just a moment ago gave him an ominous premonition.
"Brother Qian has truly astonishing divine skills to have arrived here before us. Eh, isn't that Brother Fu from the Nine Nether Sect? And these two are…?" The cultivators were none other than the four elders from the Poison Holy Gate along with five other Nascent Soul cultivators, with True Man of Dispersal skulking among them. However, Hua Tianqi was taken aback upon seeing Han Li and the others.
