Forced to the brink between life and death?
Wang Yu's eyes swept obscurely over the Cloud Firmament Warship high in the distance, then he said with righteous severity, "Old Demon, what is there for you and me to talk about? Heretical fiends and crooked demons—every man has the right to execute them!"
"—Good, good, good."
In Cloud Mist Old Ancestor's understanding, Wang Yu was a new face.
And his cultivation aura was much lower than his own. He was obviously a Nascent Soul who had broken through recently. Cloud Mist had some confidence he could take Wang Yu down, but Green Robe's Nascent Soul was on him.
Ten days ago.
While hurrying to Strange Peak Pass, he had suddenly sensed the aura of a Nascent Soul of his own race, and it was extremely close.
He had gone over to take a look, and was instantly overjoyed.
Thank the heavens for this gift!
And so, like the choice made by many demonic cultivators, Cloud Mist did not wait for Green Robe to speak before taking him down on the spot. He then used a Divine Sense Secret Art to make him fall into a deep sleep, and only then came to Strange Peak Pass.
If there were no battle today, and he was given a little time to devour the Nascent Soul of his own race, he had absolute confidence in breaking through to Nascent Soul Mid Stage.
Therefore.
Cloud Mist Old Ancestor did not want to engage Wang Yu in a life-and-death slaughter. He gave ground again and again, only thinking of putting on a fake fight to muddle through for a while, but the other party was a reckless greenhorn.
"Hmph!"
"I think you've refined your body until you refined your brain stupid. How many benefits did that