I instinctively took a step back, but the thick black aura stopped right in front of me. Then someone suddenly appeared and toppled over—it was Lei Yunting, the one Zhang Zhenbiao had sent flying last night. When had he returned again?
Lei Yunting seemed to be injured. Wrapped in the black smoke, he struggled to his feet and tried to escape, but the smoke continued its relentless pursuit. By the time he had sprinted dozens of meters away, he had already become a skeleton. After collapsing, he was quickly devoured by the black smoke until not even dregs remained!
Grandpa Baishun's smoking pipe flew out and instantly caught Lei Yunting's soul, hooking it back and directly sucking out its soul marrow.
A group of Daoist and Confucian cultivators began besieging Grandma, but no one dared meet her weapons and Daoist arts head-on. Ghostly voices shrieked as black clouds churned. They swept away most of the Daoist arts before colliding with Li Jianchen's true sword, Slaying Immortals!
The battle between two people who were only half a step from becoming Earth Immortals was far more formidable than the others'. Amid the earth-shaking collisions, several people standing nearby were sent flying. Li Mufan crashed into a wall and immediately spat blood.
My cultivation was too weak. I was completely useless in this battle, so I looked toward Li Poxiao, whose cultivation was about the same as mine. He seemed somewhat bewildered too.
However, he showed no intention of attacking. When he saw his master crash into the wall and bring it down, he fell silent for a moment. In the end, he shook his head, walked over, hoisted Li Mufan onto his back, and left through the gap between the two houses without looking back.
I didn't know what Li Poxiao was