Daoist Mu

"What was there to fear? The Pure Yang Immortal Sect could barely protect itself now. If they truly had any ability, they would not have been driven to this place by the Plague Beasts."

Seeing that no one spoke, the middle-aged man sneered, his words brimming with disdain for those around him.

The alchemist beside him continued refining pills, unmoved by anything outside.

Sunfire pill refinement could only be carried out at noon. The three senior and junior brothers had fled all the way here, and the spiritual power inside their bodies had long been completely depleted. The spiritual energy here was thin; relying solely on Spirit Stones, who knew how long it would take? Nor did they have that many Spirit Stones to waste.

Thus, the best solution was medicinal pills.

A moment later, the pill furnace trembled lightly, and a rich pill fragrance wafted out. The middle-aged male cultivator refining pills flicked his sleeve, and the furnace lid immediately opened. Seven pills flew out from within. Delight appeared on his face as he swiftly removed the gourd at his waist, preparing to collect the pills inside. Yet when the pills had flown only halfway out, they suddenly spun in midair and flew in another direction.

"The pills were refined rather well."

A voice suddenly rang out. The alchemist collecting the pills was startled, and his expression immediately changed drastically. The middle-aged cultivator who had mocked everyone for being timid earlier flung his sleeve, scattering a large cloud of poisonous mist, while he streaked into the distance like a ray of light.

His reaction speed surpassed everyone present.

"Why are you running? If the sky falls, won't we from the Pure Yang Immortal Sect be holding it up?"

A layer of eerie power extended outward. The middle-aged man, who