"Brother Ming, wait!"
Just as Ming Zeyang's palm shadow, containing the power of Spatial Imprisonment, was about to envelop Chen Fei and Le Boyang, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
Along with the voice, a figure instantly appeared at Ming Zeyang's side.
The newcomer was Pang Licheng, another Fifteenth Order Extreme demonic cultivator. He was short and sturdy, with a rough, rugged face, yet his eyes gleamed with a shrewdness that did not match his appearance.
Almost the instant he appeared, an incomparably condensed black gleam struck after yet arrived first, precisely tapping the phantom of Ming Zeyang's pale palm at the wrist.
A faint collision sounded. Ming Zeyang's seemingly unstoppable palm strike actually faltered slightly under that sudden blow, and a minute ripple and gap appeared within the area covered by the palm shadow.
Pang Licheng piled a smile onto his face that did not reach his eyes. Looking at Ming Zeyang, he said unhurriedly:
"Brother Ming, you're striking in such a blaze of haste. Don't tell me... you planned to swallow the Origin Lotus Seed on this boy all by yourself? If that is truly the case, hehe, Pang will not agree." His words sounded like a negotiation, but they carried an unquestionable forcefulness.
"Humph!"
Ming Zeyang snorted coldly and withdrew his hand, causing the palm shadow to disperse.
He glanced at Pang Licheng, his gaze icy, yet he did not immediately lash out. Clearly, Pang Licheng's strength could not be underestimated, and he had no desire to fight a fellow cultivator of the same rank to the death before his prey.
At that moment, a third figure silently emerged. It was Wang Hanxiu, the Fifteenth Order Extreme demonic cultivator with a sinister aura.
He stood on the other side like a shadow and added in a