Although Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Qi Refinement Cultivators rode different Flying Magic Tools, they were not very far apart.
At most, they only needed to hold on for half an hour before the main force behind them arrived.
But the problem now...
Was how they were supposed to hold out for half an hour!
There were numerous demonic cultivators lying in ambush here, and there were no fewer Foundation Establishment Cultivators among them. Every Qingxu Sect disciple had to fight several enemies alone.
Chen Sanshi darted and weaved through the crowd. As the Qingxu Sword danced, it resembled a water dragon coiling beneath thunderclouds. Wherever it passed, the heads of demonic cultivators wearing Demon Suppression Division battle robes fell to the ground.
The other Qingxu Sect Disciples also brought out every trick they had.
In the sky, spiritual light blazed forth in an instant, dazzling and varied as brilliant stars.
Only Lord of Mount Tai remained motionless as a mountain within the cabin, quietly observing the battlefield through the window while not forgetting to raise his gourd for a drink.
Yet even if he did not wish to participate, he had no way to avoid it.
A demonic cultivator locked onto him as a target and drove a rake straight at him.
Crash—
The cabin door shattered into pieces, splintered wood and debris flying everywhere.
Mu Chutai stumbled and fell. Seeing the enemy charge again, he directly performed a clumsy donkey roll to evade the consecutive strikes.
The demonic cultivator only saw a flash of silver. Before he could raise a defense, he felt a force carrying him backward—yet his body was still standing where it had been.
His head had been severed in an instant!
"You little brats, watch carefully."
Mu Chutai burped, a flying sword appearing in his