The Yin-Yang Limping Freak hated Lu Xiaotian to the very core. He had originally gone to such lengths to trick the two of them into coming here so that, once they were driven into a desperate corner, they would join forces with him to eliminate the Nethermoon Yazi and obtain the treasures on its body, thereby resolving his current predicament of the Yin and Yang failing to coexist perfectly. He simply had not expected that, when the moment arrived, this brat would actually make a fool of him. The other party's methods were truly bizarre beyond compare.
The clues about the pre-Qin legacy that the silver-haired young man had mentioned were extraordinarily tempting. Had he and Xiang Qingcheng not harbored ulterior motives, they probably would have lowered their guard somewhat. But none of that mattered now. He had originally thought that, by joining forces with the other two and taking the Nethermoon Yazi by surprise, they could heavily injure the creature in one stroke, then combine their strength to finish it off. Who would have thought that while he had given it his all, at this very moment he would have no choice but to give it his all again?
But that damned silver-haired young man had only sent out a doppelganger with barely any combat power. With him and the cloaked female cultivator joining forces against the Nethermoon Yazi, their strength was certainly not weak, but they still found it difficult to do anything to this existence whose explosive power was nearly comparable to that of a twelfth-tier member of the Devil Race.
Fortunately, that silver-haired young man still possessed the tiniest shred of conscience. Using his doppelganger, he had successfully drawn a great deal of the Nethermoon Yazi's attention. The palm the Nethermoon Yazi struck had created an