The first time the Ancestral Return Pill had been used was at the hour of the Luo Clan's life and death, and the cultivators had swallowed it willingly; every one of them knew the consequences.
This time, however, was different. The eight elders, including the two great cultivators among them, had all been tricked into taking it.
And within the pills, that old monster had also added a few other things, causing them to lose their minds even as their cultivation soared. In this way, they could be driven by him.
That girl was not the reincarnation of the Asura King; she had merely obtained a little of her power.
If he could slowly wear it down, he would likewise have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
If he could get his hands on the Asura God Blood, advancing to the late stage of the Lihe Realm would not be a dream either.
Then he would have a seventy-percent chance of ascending into the Spirit World.
The Luo Family Ancestor's eyes were filled with greed. At this moment, he had already been engulfed by the desire to survive. As for what became of the clan, he had tossed it to the back of his mind; his nephews and elders had all been treated by him as cannon fodder.
Roar!
Shrill screams kept piercing their ears. Before them appeared several monsters with savage, hideous forms, Ghost Qi surging from head to toe as they roared and pounced toward the girl in midair.
"Are you trying to get yourselves killed?"
A trace of icy cold appeared on Yue'er's pretty face. Having heard Young Master's instructions, she did not dare delay either. With a sweep of her sleeve, dazzling silver radiance flew out.
In midair, it transformed into a Buddha's lotus seat,