The woman whipped her head back, and faint traces of terror actually showed on her lovely face. Far away on the horizon, a black speck of light had appeared.
At first, it was still distant, only the size of a bean, but with the slightest flicker, it crossed several thousand zhang. Its speed was astonishing to the extreme.
In the span of just a few breaths, that speck of light swelled more than tenfold. Although the figure inside could not yet be seen clearly, the Palace-Robed Woman's face had already turned ashen.
If even she, the one with the deepest cultivation among this group of cultivators, was like this, the reactions of the others could easily be imagined.
"Not good! That old devil has caught up! Hurry, go!"
"Give me the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk. This old man doesn't have much magic power left either; I can't increase my escape speed."
"What do we do? Are we really going to die here in this wilderness for no reason at all?"
All kinds of voices entered their ears. The tones of those dozen-odd Nascent Soul Cultivators were chaotic and panicked; clearly, they had lost their heads and had no idea how to deal with the situation before them.
"Enough. Stop shouting."
The Palace-Robed Woman was, after all, the one with the highest cultivation. Though her heart was also uneasy, at a time like this, she had to be the one to make the decision.
"No one leave. Split the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk and take it, recover your magic power a little, and prepare to face the enemy." As she spoke, the woman turned her delicate body around, raised her jade hand, and dazzling spiritual light flared. An emerald-green Immortal Sword emerged.
It was none other than her bonded treasure!
"Face the