"What are you doing?"
True Person Diling was even more shocked and furious. He whipped his head around and glared at the old man, shouting, "What is the meaning of this, fellow Daoist? Have you already betrayed our Human Race and willingly become a lackey of the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon?"
"Don't make it sound so ugly. I am merely acting in accordance with Heaven's will."
There was not the slightest shame on the old man's face. He struck out a spell with both hands, and the golden giant hammer pressed down until the void buzzed loudly, its momentum growing fiercer and swifter.
"You..."
True Person Diling's eyes were red as if they would split. Yet at this moment, even if he hated the other man to the bone, what use was that? Though his strength had its outstanding points, right now he was facing a pincer attack from three Cultivators of the same rank, and two of them had even launched an unexpected sneak attack from behind.
He had no strength to fight back.
He did not want to sit and wait for death, but in this situation, no matter which cultivator traded places with him, it truly would have been impossible to turn the tide.
He could only force himself to summon several life-saving Dharma Treasures, forming layer after layer of light screens before him.
Unfortunately, it was useless. The next moment, terrifying attacks swarmed in like raging tides and furious waves. He was like a reef, swallowed up in an instant.
Those dazzling attacks tore the defensive light screens to pieces in the blink of an eye. True Person Diling's face was full of terror, and amid an unwilling roar, he was crushed into a cloud of blood mist. Even his Nascent Soul had no chance to escape.