Shen Haoran was a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, but Purple Moon Fairy was not afraid. They had quite a few trump cards: a Rank 4 Puppet Beast, the Townsea Ape, Spirit Treasures, and more. Most importantly, the Townsea Sect ruins were nearby. Who knew whether he had come looking for the Townsea Sect ruins?
Ye Haitang had operated here for a hundred years and laid down layer upon layer of Restrictions. Even if they were no match for their enemies, they could still retreat unscathed.
Purple Moon Fairy had waited too long for this day. She had been bottling up a bellyful of anger and a heart brimming with hatred, desperate for an outlet. Now that she had encountered people from Sun Moon Palace, not to mention anything else, she would be delighted even if she only killed one Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Shen Haoran's expression darkened. He had not expected to run into Sun Moon Palace's enemies. Had he known earlier, he would not have disguised himself as a member of Sun Moon Palace.
"Attack! End this quickly! Leave none alive!"
Since they had already made their move, Shen Haoran naturally would not hold back.
The green-robed elder produced a glittering green banner. Ghostly shadows crowded across its surface, while the sounds of ghosts weeping and wolves howling rang out.
The purple-skirted woman slapped her Spirit Beast Pouch. Amid a thunderous roar, a streak of red light flew out, revealing a Crimson Giant Tiger over thirty feet tall and one hundred fifty feet long. A pair of azure feathered wings nearly ninety feet wide grew from its back, which was marked with azure patterns, while its tail was unusually short.
It was a Fourth Order Spirit Beast, a Wind Tiger Beast skilled in both wind- and fire-element spells.
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