A savage look flashed across the Old Devil's face. Without any extra movement, he merely gave a slight shake of his shoulders, and the corpse qi on his body shot out with a rustle. Then two sounds rang out: "Pfft, pfft."
The gray-white corpse qi gathered toward the center, and two Single-Horned Giant Pythons appeared in sight, each more than ten zhang long, opening their bloody maws as they pounced toward the city wall.
"Attack!"
The white-bearded, white-haired old man's face changed drastically. Even if he were lent another dose of courage, he would not dare face a Spirit Division-level immortal cultivator alone, and he hurriedly shouted the order to strike.
Yet it was already too late. The two Single-Horned Giant Pythons had lunged close.
Fortunately, the city was protected by restrictions. Blue light flashed, and that layer of shield grew even brighter.
The strength of a Spirit Division-stage cultivator was indeed enough to make one stare in shock, but how could restrictions passed down from ancient times be so easily broken?
The two Single-Horned Giant Pythons were actually bounced back, producing not the slightest effect. At that moment, the Demon-Transformed on the city wall also made their move.
All sorts of attacks tore across the sky, yet those that could truly hit Old Devil Gu were few and far between.
Even if they struck him, they were utterly useless. How could a Spirit Division-level immortal cultivator be dealt with merely by having more people?
The crowd's actions instead enraged this old monster. A cold laugh entered their ears. "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Do you think that with ancient restrictions protecting you, you can just play the turtle hiding in its shell?"
Before his words had fallen, Old Devil Gu made his move.