The Might of a Terrestrial Immortal

Shen Yi did not turn around to block it. Instead, he shifted his footing and lunged forward, buying himself room to gather his qi and respond.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yi understood the so-called Witch God's scheme. The man had appeared before him, using his overwhelming presence to draw Shen Yi's focus and attention.

Then, he had someone silently approach from behind and wait for a chance to launch a surprise attack. Whether or not they were fellow cultivators from the hidden realms, they had already come prepared to strike.

Moreover, the man behind him was no simple opponent.

His movement technique was exceedingly strange. As he moved, he did not disturb the world's primordial qi; all the true qi and true astral energy in his body were drawn inward, hidden from view.

He was clearly another Celestial Being expert.

That was why, under the Witch God's cover, he had been able to approach Shen Yi without a trace. Only when he drew his sword and moved did he disturb the spiritual currents.

Shen Yi's forward-lunging figure suddenly came to a halt.

The linen-clad young man before him wore a smile. His body moved like the wind, and as he raised a palm, the world's primordial qi gathered like a raging tempest.

Since the Witch God could make a name for himself in the secular world and wreak havoc in the hidden realms, earning such a formidable reputation, he was naturally no empty name.

Nor was he someone who blindly overestimated himself.

Even if Shen Yi was a Celestial Being from the secular world, a Celestial Being was still a Celestial Being—not an ant that could be crushed at will.

With the advantage in hand, they naturally had to encircle him from both front and rear.

And