"Good!" The bald cultivator nodded and was just about to pour in more force when a fierce streak of light shot into the sky and slashed toward him at an angle.
The change came in a heartbeat, but the bald cultivator had reached the Core Condensation Realm, after all; naturally, he would not simply wait for death with his hands tied. A trace of savagery flashed across his face. His hands formed a seal, and a stream of devilish qi surged skyward from his body, transforming into an ink-black python that twisted around to meet it.
Hiss...
Devilish qi billowed, spiritual light flashed, and the bald cultivator's face was utterly bloodless. Clearly, in this exchange, he had suffered no small loss.
The old man froze, and a few traces of hesitation appeared on his face. In the end, however, his escaping light slowed, and he stopped beside the bald cultivator.
Of course, the reason he did so was not because of any loyalty. Rather, in the present situation, if the two of them split up and fled, they would only be certain to die. Conversely, if they could join hands against the enemy, perhaps there would still be a thread of life.
This man was worthy of being a mid-stage Core Condensation cultivator; in an instant, he had already weighed the gains and losses.
He stretched out a hand and patted his Storage Bag. A beam of rosy light flew out, and after circling once, its radiance drew in, revealing, astonishingly, a pitch-black iron crutch.
The bald cultivator was even more straightforward. He thumped his chest, and a small plantain fan sprayed from his mouth.
On the fan's surface, runes flowed. This treasure actually seemed quite extraordinary.
The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously activated their protective light barriers. Only