"We'll discuss this later! Capture him first and don't let him get away!" Lin Qian said.
"Yes!"
The group answered and immediately unleashed their spells as they pounced on Li Changsheng.
Li Changsheng did not dare to be careless either. The spear in his hand swept out in an unending barrage toward them.
Li Changsheng used Nine Yang True Fire. In an instant, clusters of flames ignited, transforming into towering waves of fire that engulfed the cultivators.
Fear appeared on the cultivators' faces.
They had not expected Li Changsheng to be so powerful. They all felt that they were no match for him at all.
"Everyone, use your spells together! Don't give him a chance to catch his breath!" one of the cultivators roared. He immediately formed hand seals, gathering spell power in his hand to form a staff, which he smashed toward Li Changsheng.
The staff looked utterly ordinary and did not seem powerful in the least, but the spell power contained within it was extremely formidable.
They all knew that the staff was Lin Qian's weapon, a top-grade Saint Treasure with extraordinary power.
Boom! Boom!
The staff collided violently with the flames, and the fire dispersed.
However, the staff's power had also been greatly weakened. It was ultimately shattered by the flames, turning into countless wisps of spiritual power.
But Li Changsheng was not much better off. With so many people attacking him at once, he felt as though every bone in his body was about to break. Waves of agonizing pain spread through him, as if his entire right arm were about to snap.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out.
Lin Qian, who had been sitting with his eyes closed as he healed, suddenly opened them at the scream, his face filled with disbelief.
"What happened? Who is