"Quiet!"
As soon as the words fell, a white-clad man with a hooked nose and a sinister expression appeared not far ahead.
He stood in midair atop a Magic Sword, looking utterly leisurely and at ease.
He clearly did not regard Lu Wanyuan and his group as worth his attention.
The blood-red, grisly, chaotic scene below stirred no feeling in him at all, nor did it make him uncomfortable.
Damn!
He really was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The ability to wield a Magic Sword in flight was the mark of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Only after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm could one possibly control a Magic Sword and fly.
Otherwise, neither one's spiritual power nor divine sense would be sufficient to sustain the flight of a flying sword.
Such a vast disparity made Lu Wanyuan somewhat worried about whether the Spirit Locking Ring in his hand would truly work. If it did not, then they were finished.
Because of that, he had some reservations about the Spirit Locking Ring's power. If there were any other way, he still did not want to use it.
After all, he had never truly tested this thing. If it failed, he would have no way back.
Thus, he hesitated again and again.
He had originally wanted to see whether there was another solution, but when he saw the man before him looking at them with utter disdain, as though they were a pack of dead dogs laid out before him—
He knew that the other party had already passed judgment on them: death!
Realizing this, he knew there was no choice but to fight to the death. With a thought, he used another Spirit Locking Ring Entry, simply to add another weight to the scales.
He now held a Spirit Locking Ring in