Wu Tao unleashed the Magneto-Polar Aurora Evasion at full speed, revealing the aura of Nascent Soul Level 5, and stopped outside the battle circle where those three Blood Sect Nascent Soul Level 9 cultivators were besieging Xiang Ziheng.
"Fellow Daoist Li, save me, quickly! They want to steal this Level 9 Origin Spirit of yours!" Xiang Ziheng, who was being besieged by the three Blood Sect Nascent Soul Level 9 cultivators, was in an extremely sorry state, and he was already wounded.
If Wu Tao had come even a moment later, he might already have been beaten to death by these three Blood Sect Nascent Soul Level 9 cultivators.
Those three Blood Sect Nascent Soul Level 9 cultivators had naturally sensed Wu Tao as well. They had sensed him the moment he came within ten thousand li of them, but seeing that the aura Wu Tao revealed was only at Nascent Soul Level 5, they did not take him to heart.
"Heh. I thought you sent a message asking for help because you were going to call over a bunch of Nascent Soul Level 9s. You actually only called over a Nascent Soul Level 5. Are you insulting us?" One of the Blood Sect Nascent Soul Level 9 cultivators glanced at Wu Tao and snorted coldly at Xiang Ziheng.
Xiang Ziheng dodged a Spell attack and snorted coldly. "The three of you together still can't be Fellow Daoist Li's match. Fellow Daoist Li, stop watching. If you keep watching, I'm going to die!"
When Wu Tao heard this, he looked toward Xiang Ziheng and said, "fellow daoist Xiang, if I make a move, that means I'll be saving your life again. Then I'll need another two Level 9 Origin Spirits. How about it?"
At this point, Xiang Ziheng had already