"Hm? You're not running anymore?"
From within the demonic cloud, a rumbling voice reached his ears, carrying a hint of surprise.
"Running?"
Compared with his wretched state just now, the Taoist-Robed Elder now seemed utterly calm. The corner of his mouth even lifted slightly, tugging into a faint, mocking smile. "Foolish creature. You are merely a Demon Monster from another realm. Did you think this True Person would fear you? Just now, I was only worried about accidentally injuring those two Little Fellows. Otherwise, I would have sent you down to the Underworld long ago."
Lingxu True Person was not speaking empty words. At this moment, a bellyful of resentment was truly pent up inside him. Though good things were often sharpened by many setbacks, the scene that had just occurred had left him depressed to the extreme.
He and Junior Brother Yun had set off first, but who would have thought that halfway there, he would receive a Flying Sword Message from his disciples, saying they had run into an accident? Lingxu was greatly alarmed. Those disciples had been sent by him to fetch the two mortal warriors, and this matter concerned retrieving the treasure, so he naturally did not dare be careless. Thus, he personally set out to go meet them.
Fortunately, he had not gone too late. However, by the time he arrived, the two disciples were already at the end of their oil, their lamps exhausted. They had been blasted to dregs by several ancient demons, and not even their Nascent Souls had escaped; they had been seized and swallowed.
Luckily, the two mortal warriors had not been valued by the ancient demons, and by a fluke, they were still alive.
Lingxu True Person had witnessed his disciples perish before his own eyes, and could not