Meanwhile, amid the vast blue firmament, dust and sand could not reach them.
The righteous cultivators standing together to watch the battle were also speaking in hushed voices.
He Fuqiong stood in midair, his raven-blue Daoist robe snapping in the wind. His brows furrowed as he said in a low voice, "Something's not right. The Demonic Beasts summoned by the 'Five Plagues' Old Devil are far too weak!"
The others nodded at his words. "It is indeed strange."
"If he wants to devour Pei Ling's foundation, why are these Demonic Beasts all so utterly feeble?"
Wenren Lingshe's short hair fluttered in the wind. As it rose and fell, strands of inky hair brushed her chin, making her already beautiful features look all the more radiant. She said gravely, "The 'Five Plagues' Old Devil is a Tribulation Crossing cultivator. His methods surely aren't as simple as what we're seeing."
Cen Fangwo stood with her sleeves gathered, her embroidered skirts billowing in the wind, while the pearls and jade ornaments in her coiffure remained perfectly still. She stared without blinking at Pei Ling, fighting with his saber, and gave a slight nod of agreement. "Indeed."
"Those Demonic Beasts look incredibly weak. Pei Ling can kill them with a casual move. I'm afraid he's letting Pei Ling kill them on purpose..."
Zhong Kui Youzhi stood in splendid imperial robes, his hands clasped behind his back and his bright gaze fixed on Pei Ling. He said slowly, "Pei Ling's aura is recovering."
"Even if those Demonic Beasts were sent by the 'Five Plagues' Old Devil specifically for him to kill, Pei Ling can't stop now!"
Zhen Jianghui held a horsetail whisk in the crook of her arm. Gazing toward the battlefield, she too nodded lightly. "Indeed. Right now, Pei Ling can only regain his