Divine Abilities, Mere Tricks? Instant Kill!

Just as the old Daoist called upon his ability to borrow good fortune, a wall in a corner of Qionghua Hall suddenly split apart with a deafening crash, collapsing and opening a way out.

The old Daoist was overjoyed. Hanyu's pills were sometimes just that unreasonable. They looked strange and bizarre, but their abilities were the real deal.

Last time, when he'd been one step from death, Meng Yun had nearly killed him. He'd used the ability then, too, and Muzi Li had arrived as a result.

But at the thought, the old Daoist's spirits sank again.

The wall had collapsed, but not a single person who could save him was around. Even if he had good fortune, someone still had to come to his rescue!

"Fall back!"

Seeing the wall crash down, Muzi Li hurried them on.

The group fought as they retreated. After filing out one by one, they had barely made it outside when they saw the Heavenly Dao Sect cultivators surrounding the place, packed together as far as the eye could see. Even Muzi Li felt a chill at the sight.

There were too many of them. Even he would be forced to his knees against such an overwhelming force.

"What do we do?"

With four junior elders from Pixiang Hall in front of them and countless Divine Platform Realm cultivators behind, even Chen Xixi, bold as brass, couldn't help turning deathly pale.

"We can only hope Hanyu gets back as soon as possible!"

The Artifact Spirit spoke with a grim expression. In this situation, if that bastard didn't come back, they were done for.

Damn it, they'd said that as long as they kept hurling out divine abilities, everything would be fine. What a load of crap. It hadn't worked at all.

They'd rescued the