Facing him was an utterly unremarkable old man, his back even a little hunched, giving the impression that a single gust of wind could blow him over.
His height could not compare with an ordinary person's either; he was more than a head shorter. He looked as though he had no strength at all, and yet, perversely, what he used was an extremely heavy weapon.
A pair of Single-Legged Copper Men flew up and down, moving under the old man's control with the nimble ease of embroidery needles, locked in fierce battle with the Ascetic Monk's Zen Staff.
A little farther away were two Human Race cultivators with similar appearances, seemingly a pair of twin brothers, driving one yin and one yang Giant Shuttle, while facing them was a Sea Race husband and wife. Each of the couple held a Hun Yuan gourd artifact, and strange winds swept out from within them one after another.
The two sides were fighting with savage delight!
As the saying went, when brothers were of one heart, their sharpness could cut through gold. But since those two had become dual-cultivation Dao companions, sharing the same dwelling and bed, their minds were naturally linked as well.
As for who was stronger and who was weaker, it truly was not something that could be said in such a short time.
In short, both sides were likewise locked in a stalemate.
And nearby, a great mass of blood-red fog churned without end, yet the thing opposing it was even stranger: a sheet of black, semitransparent liquid, with gusts of eerie wind and a foul stench spreading from it. One look was enough to tell it was some bizarre Demonic Path technique.
Leaving aside the strength of those little shrimps for the moment, the decisive battle between the