Pill Dust Master, Aren't You Being Rather Unfair?

Nine people in a line!

All of them were Foundation Establishment True Cultivators!

Such a force was already quite formidable on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, their luck had been terrible. At the very beginning of the battle, they had all been bombarded by a volley from Fallen Cloud Sect's puppet army, leaving every one of them wounded.

After paying a certain price, they had chosen to retreat from the flank.

Eight of them were led by the heavily wounded Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

There was no other reason than that he was a Direct Disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect!

A wounded Direct Disciple of the Sword Sect was still a Direct Disciple of the Sword Sect!

At that moment, as they hurried onward, someone would occasionally look back.

"Blue True Disciple, the Fallen Cloud Sect cultivators are still pursuing us relentlessly. What should we do?"

A Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke anxiously.

As soon as he said this, the others' expressions grew tense.

No one had expected that the Fallen Cloud Sect cultivators, who had always performed so ordinarily before, would unleash such unimaginable combat power today.

They no longer chose to fight one-on-one.

Either several hundred cultivators gathered into an army, or three to five formed groups and coordinated with one another.

With the aid of puppet after puppet, even powerful Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivators found it difficult to overcome the barrier of the puppets.

Even if someone forcibly charged their way inside,

the Fallen Cloud Sect cultivators could still use the puppets to delay them, retreating as they fought. They could even control the puppets from afar and surround them in turn.

Thus, after several bouts of slaughter, everyone was afraid.

Blue True Disciple's face was pale as he turned back and glared hatefully at the rear.