The young man at the early stage of the Tenth Tribulation Immortal wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his green Daoist robe, and his gaze darkened. "A Li Poxiao, a Ninefold Tribulation Immortal, has appeared out of nowhere in the human camp. And the other person with a ninefold Dao lineage should be you, Old Devil Xia, right? You caused a commotion in Phoenix City and slew its ancestor, Chique. Your fame was unmatched for a time. I never thought the rumors were true—you really are such a devil!"
"Heh heh, a devil? So what if I'm a devil! I'm still better than beasts like you, who aren't even worthy of being called devils!" I sneered coldly, then looked toward Yun Bingxin. "Can you deal with him? Should I go rescue your Demon Race cultivators?"
"Fellow Daoist Xia, I can still fight! Sorry to trouble you—please go rescue everyone!" Yun Bingxin gritted her teeth. She was clearly a notch below the Tenth Tribulation Immortal with a sevenfold Dao lineage, but because I was going to save the others, she still needed to hold out...
I had already shaken that cultivator into suffering internal injuries, so Yun Bingxin could at least fight him to a draw. At least her life wouldn't be in danger. That let me leave with peace of mind to rescue the other demons. Meanwhile, Long Yue was summoning Yinglong, so she had probably come under attack, and summoning Yinglong required someone to protect the ritual. That protector was very likely Xijun!
But how could just one protector be enough? I had to hurry to the place where Yinglong was being summoned and reinforce them! Without another word, I used Shrinking Earth and flew into the distance, not even bothering with