He began launching his attacks in Ancestor Hongjun's direction.
On the other side, Daoist Yangmei felt these people were truly shamelessly arrogant. Looking at Di Qun, Ao Xin, and the others behind him, he said, "Let's deal with them quickly."
After all, they also knew Qin Xi was currently facing the Masked Man.
And the Masked Man's methods were always so despicable and shameless; all kinds of tricks would definitely come one after another. So only by dealing with these small fry as quickly as possible could they support Qin Xi.
Daoist Yangmei very quickly took out his whisk in his hand.
With a single swing, a fierce gust of wind swept toward the black-robed subordinates.
The black mist around those people was quickly blown away by a great deal.
Daoist Yangmei could sense that once the black mist around them dispersed, their strength faintly dropped.
He truly felt these fellows were exactly the same as the Masked Man: they absorbed energy from others and attached it to themselves, but this kind of power was not lasting.
After figuring this out, Daoist Yangmei once again raised his whisk.
Then his body shot forward swiftly, and he quickly closed in around his opponent.
Without waiting for the black-clad man to move, he extended his whisk, wrapped it around the man's neck, and shifted slightly backward, saying to him, "Die."
Immediately after, there came the sound of the neck being strangled and snapping. With a crack, a large amount of blood began pouring from the man's mouth.
When Daoist Yangmei withdrew his hand, he flung the man far away in utter disgust. The body landed against the wall of this government office, crashing into it with a loud noise.
After the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out, Daoist