At that moment, Wenren Lingshe stood alone in midair.
Her short hair streamed in the wind, the tips whipping across her exquisite, austere features. Her gaze shone like stars before dawn on a winter's night, calm and resolute now that her mind was made up.
A flag in her left hand and a halberd in her right, she unleashed a murderous aura that surged like a storm.
Facing her from afar, the demonic sect's members were dressed in worn-out, even tattered clothes, and looked haggard and disheveled. Yet they still carried the fearsome presence of those who had once dominated their age, their demonic flames blazing high. Now, their killing intent loomed like a towering peak, and their baleful aura surged like a flood.
Yuan Changzhen and the others, who had just shielded her from the Demonic Cultivators' attack, also had deep, unfathomable auras. Clear light lingered around them, and their magical power surged like an ocean. In terms of strength, they were hardly inferior to the demonic sect. But now, the gazes they turned on her were just as cold.
The three sides fell into a brief silence. The atmosphere was like a bowstring drawn to its limit, liable to snap at any moment.
Yet just as battle was about to erupt, an old voice rang throughout Du'e Abyss. "Who dares make trouble in my Du'e Abyss?!"
Before the words had faded, a white-haired, white-bearded old man with a pure aura suddenly flew to Wenren Lingshe's side.
There was not the slightest fluctuation of cultivation around him, as if he were nothing more than an ordinary mortal. Yet his features were dignified, his presence imposing without anger, and his whole bearing radiated righteousness. One glance was enough to tell that he was a highly respected elder of the Five