Three Origins Daoist Temple.
In just a few moments.
The situation had become completely one-sided.
The Yellow Robed Daoist held his sword in his right hand, while Palm Thunder surfaced and condensed in his left, instantly making Su Zhi feel as if she were facing the earth itself.
At that moment, the wounded Bai Luoyu also struggled up from the ground.
"Prefect Su, withdraw first!" Bai Luoyu's lips moved slightly as he used the art of Sound Transmission into Secrecy, his voice ringing directly in Su Zhi's ears.
Su Zhi no longer hesitated in her heart.
After a simple exchange, she knew that although she was very strong, she was still no match for this Demonic Path Cultivator.
This Demonic Path Cultivator's Martial Path was not especially outstanding, probably inferior to hers.
But his Daoist arts were far too outstanding. With the enhancement of his Spirit Invocation Art alone, he was not the slightest bit below her in a head-on clash.
At the same time, he had also mastered the Five Elements Daoist Arts, as well as the Upper Grade Daoist art, Palm Thunder.
The moment she saw Palm Thunder, the thought of retreat had already sprouted in her heart.
Now that Bai Luoyu had spoken, she no longer persisted in her heart.
Go!
The thought flashed through her mind. Without waiting for the Yellow Robed Daoist's gathered Palm Thunder to grow, she took one step back and arrived before Bai Luoyu.
With an upward hook of her heel, Bai Luoyu was instantly hooked up by her and sent rising into the air.
Her left hand then grabbed backward.
Her five fingers looked slender, seemingly without the strength to truss a chicken.
Yet they locked firmly around Bai Luoyu's body.
"You want to leave?" the Yellow Robed Daoist sneered coldly.