The commotion in the sky threw the True Demon army on the ground into an uproar. Ji An swept them with an indifferent glance, immediately gathered up the spoils of battle, and decided to deal with the enemies below later.
The enemy's Nascent Soul had been slain, leaving behind only a corpse riddled with holes.
No matter how small a mosquito leg was, it was still meat. He did not mind, and with practiced ease, stored the corpse inside the Void Stone.
At that moment, the noise outside and the tremors caused by the clash between Nascent Soul cultivators and demonic qi reached the cave dwelling. Morag and his deputy, Mo Tielin, rushed out.
Ji An's gaze swept across them and happened to land on an acquaintance—Morag.
Last time we fought, I was only at Nascent Soul Layer One. I took hits without giving much back. This time, I need to properly weigh the enemy's mettle.
With a plan in mind, Ji An did not forget his main task: kill more low-level enemies and lessen the attacks the sect's mountain-protecting grand formation would suffer later.
He recalled the map around the sect and realized that this was Jiu Pan Mountain, roughly a hundred li east of the sect.
Today, he only needed to retain enough spiritual power to use Soaring Golden Light to fly back to the sect. Every bit of spiritual power left in his body would be poured onto the True Demons gathered here.
He immediately formed a hand seal, stirring his spiritual power and unleashing Departing Fire Burns the Heavens. The Li Di Flame Light Banner resonated, and the concentration of Fire Element Spiritual Energy in the air surged.
Purple flames blanketed the ground, rising several zhang high. The wails all around had barely begun before they