Demon Realm, Bitter Spirit Island.
"You two are risking your lives against Brother Wuchang and me for the sake of a few Spirit World cultivators. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by our fellow cultivators in the Sacred Realm?"
After his divine ability was blocked once more by the purple giant cauldron on the opposite side, the red-eyed Holy Ancestor Mie Qing gnashed his teeth and questioned them.
"Heh heh, brat, why should I explain my actions to you? Just wait here obediently for a few days and spare yourself a serious injury!"
Cheqi Gong held the Purple Spoken Cauldron in one hand and gave a sinister, arrogant laugh.
"Hmph! Brother Wuchang, this old ghost's methods are bizarre, and the demonic treasure in his hand is exceptionally powerful. I'm afraid I can't take him down on my own."
Mie Qing had not expected words alone to shake his opponent. After venting the evil fire in his heart, he sent a voice transmission to Wuchang in the distance.
"The treasure tower in his hand is a space-attribute Profound Heaven Remnant Treasure. I have no way of dealing with it either."
Wuchang Holy Ancestor, dressed in pale burial robes, had a headache as well. His opponent not only possessed countless Divine Ability Secret Arts, but also carried a powerful treasure, leaving him with no way to begin.
"Damn it! Why is there still no sign of Lord Yuan Yan? If he were here, how could these two old ghosts be so arrogant?!"
Seeing that there was no hope on Wuchang's side either, Mie Qing immediately realized that they could not deal with this group alone. Filled with resentment, he sent an angry voice transmission.
"There may be trouble on Lord Yuan Yan's side as well. Otherwise... Hm? What is that?!"
Wuchang had