Fu Youzhi and his father flew over first. Seeing the situation before them, their expressions turned extremely ugly. The inner city was now ablaze, while the outer city had also fallen into chaos. Cultivators flew everywhere in the sky, but Ninth-stage Immortals were far too easy to spot. Once the battle began, who among them would not erupt with terrifying auras?
Behind the two men were five Ninth-stage Immortals, each possessing the strength of the Transformation Realm. As for how many times their Dao lineages had been inherited, it was truly hard to say, but anyone who reached the Transformation Realm naturally could not have a poor foundation. Usually, it was rare for anyone to have fewer than three Dao lineages.
My heart was hanging by a thread. Looking at the situation, I immediately erupted with the Demon Transformation Pill again and charged into the Entry Realm of the Ninth-stage Immortal level. I burst out of the Killing Dao, while Yun Bingxin pursued me close behind!
Bang!
Yun Bingxin and I each staggered back a step. She had clearly begun to conserve her strength. After all, both of us had used our full power in our two previous spells, and she had little left now. I had long since exhausted most of my strength as well. Fortunately, the Demon Transformation Art had transformed Lan Kongzhi's demon essence for me, restoring at least half my magical power. Otherwise, facing Yun Bingxin would have been more than I could handle!
Mo Lan was fighting her own father, but countless miscellaneous soldiers were harassing her as well. She was still young, and could not bring herself to ruthlessly attack all her own clansmen. Seeing former close friends, elders, and relatives all turn around and attack her, she had yet to develop murderous intent