Farther away, a cultivator in a green robe was controlling a set of Flying Needle-shaped treasures, chasing and battling another cultivator in a black robe.
There were many similar battle groups, yet aside from the few above, where the cultivators of the Cloud Hidden Sect could fight their opponents evenly, most of the others were at a disadvantage. It would not be an exaggeration to say they were bitterly holding on; perhaps in the very next moment, they would collapse in utter defeat.
"Bai, do you truly want to shatter jade and stone together? To tell you the truth, both Supreme Elders of your Cloud Hidden Sect have already fallen. Your bitter effort to hold the situation together here is nothing but futile." The opponent was no weakling, and the cultivator who looked like a wealthy squire had used every trick he had, yet still found it hard to gain the upper hand. Inevitably, he began attacking the man's heart with words again.
And this time, it had an effect. Hearing that his two martial uncles had fallen, even the usually steady white-robed cultivator could not help but have his expression change drastically. "What did you say? Bai's two martial uncles are Spirit Division Stage experts. How could they have fallen so easily?"
"Hmph, why would this venerable one lie to you? Let me ask you—haven't the two of them already gone more than three months without returning to the sect? This time, the ones plotting against your Cloud Hidden Sect are not only my Taixuan Sect, but also the Spirit Ghost Sect and Heavenly Crystal Valley. With the strength of our three sects, what does killing two Spirit Division Stage cultivators count for?" The squire-like cultivator laughed loudly, his expression brimming with confidence. Judging only by his description,