Delaying
The Fireball Technique exploded, and the situation suddenly changed. Both sides temporarily ceased fighting.
The concealed cultivator froze for a moment, then flew into a rage.
Some unbearable, humiliating memories surfaced.
That fucking Fireball Technique again!
The concealed cultivator shifted slightly, retreating into the distance. After looking around, he said resentfully, "Who's using the Fireball Technique?"
The surroundings were deathly silent.
The One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator at the head barked, "Diao Laosan, forget about everything else. Kill the one surnamed Ji first!"
Hidden in the darkness, Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly.
So this black-clad, small-framed cultivator with venomous eyes and a knack for concealment was called Diao Laosan.
He silently committed the name to memory.
Diao Laosan looked around, then spread out his divine sense to search, yet he still saw no trace of anyone. His heart sank.
That feeling of being ambushed without knowing who had ambushed him welled up inside him again.
The One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator frowned. "It's just a Fireball Technique. Are you really this scared?"
The One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator's cultivation was deeper than that of an ordinary Ninth-Layer Qi Refining cultivator, while Ji Qingbai had entered the Ninth-Layer Qi Refining Stage many years ago and was evenly matched with him. That was why they had remained locked in battle for so long.
The Sinful Cultivators had originally intended to use the concealed cultivator's sneak attacks to kill Ji Qingbai and the others sooner, allowing them to retreat at leisure.
Now, Ji Qingbai and his group were clearly struggling to hold on.
Yet Diao Laosan had become timid and hesitant over a single Fireball Technique.
Diao Laosan did not want to admit it, but he had no choice. He could only say unhappily:
"The person using the Fireball Technique can see through my Concealment Technique. Last time,