Seeing countless cultivators swarm into the Wuji Palace mountain gate, Tu Lin and Fan Rongrong could no longer sit still. They took out their magical artifacts and charged out of the Breath Concealment Array!
Fan Rongrong's thoughts were the same as those of the countless cultivators who had deliberately rushed here: to seize more benefits for herself while Wuji Palace was being destroyed, so as to support her future cultivation. Tu Lin's thoughts were even simpler. He only wanted to kill a few more demonic disciples and descendants, avenging his master True Person Qingfeng, his senior brothers and sisters, his martial nephews, and the rest.
Bang!
Bang!
Before Tu Lin and Fan Rongrong had rushed ten steps, the hunchbacked old man kicked them down with one foot each.
"It is understandable that little Daoist Tu is eager for revenge, but Fan girl, why are you foolishly following along? Going into Wuji Palace at a time like this—you do not care about your lives?"
The hunchbacked old man sprayed spittle as he gave them a fierce tongue-lashing. "Those Origin Core True Persons are still fighting inside. You would not be able to withstand even the lingering force of their spells—brush against it and you would be injured, take a hit and you would die. Not to mention the countless terrifying restrictions and demons of every size. Charging in like this, if it is not courting death, then what is it?"
The two were scolded until they were utterly ashamed, but they also came to their senses. Sensing wave after wave of terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations from the demonic sect's mountain gate, they immediately abandoned the idea of charging in.
"But we cannot just wait here either. By the time the battle ends, forget scraps of food—even the bones will probably have