The two of them were flying incredibly high. Even a Mahayana cultivator would need at least half an hour to reach such a height.
The sea of clouds below had become a distant streak of white in their eyes.
Falling from such a height was absolutely no laughing matter.
It was not uncommon for low-level cultivators who had just learned to fly, or who flew too high using magical artifacts, to run out of true essence and fall to their deaths.
Unaware of Tang Yu's Snow Dao and having fallen for Tang Yu's scheme, Lao Da's dark face nearly turned pale with fright.
Yet his body remained beyond his control as it plummeted wildly. With not a trace of true essence left in him, all his wailing was useless.
Meanwhile, the crowd watching from the ground assumed a victor had been decided when the sounds of battle in the sky ceased.
Then, after waiting for the time it took to burn an incense stick, they finally faintly saw a spot of black descending from the sky.
Once they realized it was someone falling—
The snake demon cultivators of the Black Mamba Clan burst into laughter.
"This is the price of killing members of our Mamba Clan."
"You really thought demon cultivators were so easy to bully?"
"Lao Da's greatness needs no further words!"
Everyone laughed and praised Lao Da, believing that the one falling was Tang Yu, who had been defeated by the elbow strike.
That was until one of the more highly cultivated elders of the Black Mamba Clan saw who was falling and his expression changed slightly. "Enough, children. This isn't funny."
"What is it?"
Everyone turned to look at the elder, the smiles on their faces beginning to freeze.
The elder's face darkened. "The one falling... is