"Foundation Establishment... Perfection?!" One of the demonic cultivators sucked in a sharp breath, his voice carrying barely contained fear.
"It's a senior brother from our sect! We're saved!" Xu Buyu cried out in delight, nearly shouting.
The tense nerves of the other Heavenly Fire Sect disciples suddenly relaxed, and the weakness of having survived a catastrophe washed over them.
As they unwound, they couldn't help sneaking glances at the savior who had descended from the heavens.
Foundation Establishment Perfection!
But that face... why was it so unfamiliar?
No, had they ever seen him in the sect?
Xu Buyu studied Jiang Tian's face.
One cultivator at Foundation Establishment Perfection, plus the six of them at Foundation Establishment Early Stage... There was hope! They didn't have to die!
The thin, bamboo-like demonic cultivator at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage suppressed the alarm in his heart. His eyes darted about as he stepped forward and spoke with bluster that barely concealed his fear, trying to salvage the situation:
"Fellow Daoist of the Heavenly Fire Sect, even if you have profound cultivation, a fight between us would leave both sides battered! By then, those Foundation Establishment Early Stage disciples behind you... Heh, at least three or four of them would probably die! Why don't we... part ways here and leave each other in peace?"
"Hahahaha!"
Jiang Tian threw back his head and let out a clear, ringing laugh. It echoed through the dense forest, filled with undisguised contempt.
His gaze was as sharp as lightning as it speared the ten Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators. A mocking smile curled his lips. "Three or four dead? Heh. It seems you've greatly misjudged your own abilities."
In his field of vision, the attribute panels floating above the ten men's heads were perfectly clear.
"Extract!"
At a thought, the