It was not only Bai Yuxian and Zheng Zitong. The many Demon Race cultivators fighting them nearby were also stunned when they saw the unfamiliar Red-robed Man suddenly appear before them.
The pressure emanating from the Red-robed Man was immensely powerful, seemingly even greater than that of any other Nascent Soul Cultivator present.
Although he had severely wounded Qiu Pingshan with a single blow, seemingly helping the Demon Race deal with a formidable Human Race opponent, the aura emanating from the Red-robed Man was clearly not that of a Demon Race cultivator either.
For a moment, none of them knew whether this man was friend or foe, and all wore puzzled expressions.
Yet the "Red-robed Man" standing opposite them showed not the slightest panic upon seeing the many Nascent Soul Cultivators who had suddenly appeared. Instead, a trace of excitement appeared on his face.
"What truly good fortune. There are actually so many Nascent Soul Cultivators here. It seems I should be able to feast well today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another strand of Crimson Spiritual Light emerged in the "Red-robed Man's" hand. Before everyone's eyes, he reached out and pulled Qiu Pingshan's Natal Nascent Soul straight from his body.
"Fellow Daoists, save me—!"
Back in the water, Qiu Pingshan had never expected his opponent to be so formidable. Caught unprepared, his defenses had been pierced through in a single strike by the "Red-robed Man," leaving even his Nascent Soul unable to escape in time.
Now that his Natal Nascent Soul was tightly gripped by the "Red-robed Man," he had no power whatsoever to break free from the confinement of the opponent's crimson light. He could only look despairingly toward Bai Yuxian and Zheng Zitong in the distance.
"Villain, do not be so arrogant!"
Seeing this, Bai Yuxian