The monster that had been so arrogant was pierced through with effortless ease, and the demonic qi around its body melted away like ice and vanished into nothing.
Having escaped death by a hair's breadth, Wu Yun'er's face was filled with relief. Then she lifted her delicate head and looked toward the white cloud not far away.
She gave a graceful curtsy and bowed with utmost respect. "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life..."
Though she said this aloud, Wu Yun'er's heart churned like storm-tossed waves. Why had yet another Nascent Soul Realm old monster appeared? And the feeling he gave her seemed even to surpass Martial Uncle Lin.
Her heart was uneasy, but on the surface, she naturally did not dare reveal the slightest trace of it.
"Saved your life? Not necessarily..."
From within the white cloud came a low voice, thick with ill intent.
Wu Yun'er's face instantly turned deathly pale, but before a great cultivator, how could she have any room to dodge? A gust of demon wind flew out from the white cloud. Wu Yun'er's Body-Protecting Spirit Light did not have the slightest effect, and she fainted.
Then the clouds dispersed, revealing a man dressed in a scholar's robe.
He looked only seventeen or eighteen, even a little younger than Lin Xuan, with skin luminous and white as jade. Yet his hair and eyebrows were like winter snow.
It was none other than Haoshi City Lord, the North Nether old monster with half-demon blood.
Though he was cooperating with the Demon Monster, how could he possibly be doing so wholeheartedly?
A treasure belonging to a Lihe-stage cultivator had actually appeared in this independent space, and it had stirred in him a greedy desire to swallow it all for himself.
The Demon Monster had used the Earth-Shrinking