It was five against one, but in the cultivation world, numbers were often not enough to decide victory. Compared with human cultivators, the Demon Race's innate gifts were extraordinary to begin with. At the lower ranks, that was one thing; they only knew how to rely on brute force. But once they entered the Transformation Realm and their spiritual intelligence awakened, their strength would surge by a great deal. It was no exaggeration to call it advancing by leaps and bounds, and they steadily overpowered human cultivators of the same rank.
Thus, although the long-eared, green-eyed monster before them was fighting one against five, it was easy enough to explain why he had not fallen into a disadvantage. After all, he was a late-stage Lihe Demon Race cultivator; his strength was far beyond what a few early- and mid-stage human cultivators could compare with.
Fortunately, those people came from the same family and were skilled at cooperating with tacit understanding. In this way, the strength they displayed by joining hands increased by a great deal; otherwise, they would have fallen long ago.
Yet even so, they still could not hold out. At this moment, danger sprang up around them like a ring of blades.
Seeing that the matter could not be forced, the Palace-dressed Woman in the lead sighed. The circumstances of this family were rather special; in other sects and families, it was rare for the grand elder to be a woman.
"Stop. Fellow Daoist, there is no need to keep pressing us so bitterly. We will leave this place and yield the Bamboo Sea Snow Mountain to you." The woman's voice was icy to the extreme, and her expression was even darker, as though rain were about to fall.
"Grand Elder, how can that be?" Beside her, an