Indigo radiance streaked through the air at incredible speed. Before long, everyone vaguely made out that within it was actually half a body.
The lower half was gone; only the upper half flew through the air, while masses of flesh and internal organs swayed like dangling strips of meat.
The moment the Green Robe Old Man saw this sight, his hair stood on end. With a shriek, he cried, "Kid, you've really gotten us killed this time! You cursed him too viciously—the Desolate Clan has come for you while dragging half a body behind him!"
Wei Suo had originally wanted to tell the Green Robe Old Man to shut up again. His divine sense had already detected that the approaching half-body was merely a cultivator, and only at the Divine Profound fifth level. What truly made him wary were the two streams of light pursuing it from behind. They seemed to possess at least True Immortal-level cultivation, yet their auras were exceedingly strange.
"..."
But the Green Robe Old Man's next shriek left him utterly speechless.
The Green Robe Old Man wailed, "Kid, you've really gotten us killed! You even said you'd rip off his arm and shove it up his ass. Now he didn't even bring his ass along—there's no way for you to shove it in..."
"Don't be afraid. The one coming is merely a Divine Profound fifth-level Great Power, not a Desolate Clan member. It's the two streams of light behind him that are strange. They seem to be pursuing and trying to kill this Great Power." Nangong Yuqing had also sensed the auras of the three streams of light and spoke up.
"Not a Desolate Clan Great Power?" The Green Robe Old Man blanked out, then immediately fell silent.
"Fellow Daoists! Please lend me a hand!