And He Had the Nerve to Call Himself an Old Demon??

Although Lu Xueqi thought highly of herself, she knew she wasn't yet a match for those older-generation cultivators—especially with two of them surrounding them at once.

She'd even decided that if things came to the worst, she would hold them off while Hao Shuai went back to report.

Hao Shuai didn't need to guess. One look at Lu Xueqi's expression told him what she was thinking.

Touched, he affectionately flicked her nose. "Don't worry! I can take care of these two losers in a minute."

"Die!"

Thoroughly enraged by Hao Shuai, Blood Sucking Old Demon didn't wait for Old Ancestor Feng Yue to say a word. He waved his hand, and ghostly wails suddenly filled the air, piercing their ears. In the darkness, a skull glimmering with a dim red light slowly appeared and floated into the air, spinning in place.

The red skull suspended in midair suddenly opened its ghastly mouth. In an instant, five streaks of black light shot out and landed in front of Hao Shuai. A moment later, they shakily rose to their feet.

Hao Shuai quietly watched Blood Sucking Old Demon show off. He wanted to see how the evil cultivators of the Zhu Xian World differed from those in the Zombie World.

The five figures gradually grew larger. They were five grotesque monsters of different shapes, all with equally hideous faces. Some had cavernous mouths, others sharp fangs, and all reeked of blood and filth.

In no time, the five monsters had grown into giants, each half a body taller than Hao Shuai. Behind them, Blood Sucking Old Demon formed strange hand seals, tapping or patting the red skull and occasionally shaking it. The monsters moved in response, clearly under the old demon's control.

As if reflecting the red glow radiating from the skull,