The curved saber in Yang Kan's hand moved with an eerie, elusive style, enveloping Yan Xuejian completely.
What was especially troublesome was how he would occasionally send a blade flash sweeping toward Su Tong, throwing Yan Xuejian into complete disarray.
"I know you. You're the Heavenly Dipper Sect's newly advanced Spirit Refining cultivator. How dare you oppose my Purgatory Demon Sect? You've got some nerve!"
Amid the clash, Yang Kan's voice continuously echoed in Yan Xuejian's ears.
His voice carried a soul-shaking power that seemed capable of stirring fear in others while also making their emotions volatile.
This was the Six Desires Demon Art.
It was not only extraordinarily efficient at condensing spiritual sense; it could also stir others' seven emotions and six desires, affecting their ability to bring their strength into play.
Under its influence, Yan Xuejian clearly felt restless and agitated, utterly unable to focus and fully withstand Yang Kan's onslaught.
At one careless moment, a fierce blade flash howled toward him. He dodged by leaping away with all his might, but in doing so exposed Su Tong behind him.
"Not good! Protect Miss Su!"
Yan Xuejian let out a low roar upon realizing something was wrong.
At once, several Core Forming cultivators trained by the Su Household disregarded their own safety and fearlessly intercepted Yang Kan's blade. At the cost of one death and one injury, they barely managed to save Su Tong from danger.
But with several Core Forming cultivators suddenly pulled away, Su Tong's side was clearly in a far more perilous position.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had been slaughtered.
However, under the desperate counterattacks of these men, the forces Yang Kan had brought also suffered considerable losses.
It was a struggle of trapped beasts.
The casualty ratio