The three Demon Race members were all at the Transformation Mid-Stage, and now they had Tian Xiaojian surrounded in a triangular formation.
Their faces were filled with killing intent!
The corners of Tian Xiaojian's mouth turned a little bitter. This time, things really were looking bad.
Although he was confident that three Transformation Realm Demon Race members might not necessarily be able to take him down, and even if he could not beat them, he still had full confidence in escaping, this place lay deep within Demon Race territory. Trying to leave Black Gorge Ridge would not be an easy matter.
And those three old monsters truly did not put Tian Xiaojian in their eyes. A mere Nascent Soul Early Stage immortal cultivator—any one of them could slaughter him. First they would swallow him alive and carve him up, then draw out his soul and refine his spirit. The taste of a cultivator's Nascent Soul would surely be quite good.
"Attack!"
A Demon Race member with a face covered in leopard markings, yet with a foot-long single horn growing from his head, let out a loud shout. A wisp of yellow light shot from his mouth, and the other two Demon Race members each summoned their own treasures as well.
Seeing the pincer attack about to form, Tian Xiaojian gave a cold snort. Ghost Mist like thick ink surged out, and just as an earth-shaking great battle was about to erupt, suddenly, the wind and clouds changed...
Though it was evening, the sun had not yet set, but the sky abruptly turned eerily black.
A thousand zhang away from them, a point of bright light appeared. At first it was only the size of a palm, but it rapidly began to multiply.
Afterward, those bright lights turned into fist-sized runes