Each Fled for Their Lives

As for the black-faced cultivator's escape, the Mang Ma Mountain cultivator, who was straining to defend himself, was already powerless to stop it. Until he blocked the other party's wave of attacks, he naturally had no way to pursue him.

Just as the black-faced old man moved, the two Mang Ma Mountain cultivators who had been standing by noticed it. Yet, to everyone's astonishment, the two did not set off in pursuit. Instead, with a flicker of their bodies, they moved to the outskirts of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Old Man Lin's heart stirred violently. This turn of events had placed the Soul Severing Hall cultivators at an extremely disadvantageous position.

Since Old Man Lin had already sent a voice transmission, he had naturally prepared to withdraw as well. With his hands forming incantations, incantations surged from his mouth, and an exceedingly dense white mist suddenly appeared around him. As his hands moved, hundreds of talismans flashed and vanished into the white mist.

At once, the white mist rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it had spread across an area fifty or sixty yards wide, completely concealing Old Man Lin.

Seeing his opponent use a secret art, the Mang Ma Mountain cultivator fighting Cultivator Lin immediately became far more vigilant. He held a magical treasure in readiness, prepared for any eventuality, and fixed his eyes tightly on his opponent, not daring to relax in the slightest.

But what greatly bewildered this Mang Ma Mountain cultivator was that after using the secret art, his opponent suddenly vanished without a trace and made no further move. Faced with such a strange situation, the Mang Ma Mountain cultivator was utterly perplexed.

Just as the Mang Ma Mountain cultivator stood there in stunned bewilderment, the dense white mist before him suddenly began