If they were harmed, a massive riot was bound to break out, and that was what mattered most to them.
Ancestor Hongjun flashed forward and had already flown to Qin Xi's side. He watched as Qin Xi and the Masked Man were locked in a fierce, deadlocked fight. Though the Masked Man had taken some injuries, they were all minor and could not do him much harm.
He looked at Qin Xi and said, "Let me."
After all, Qin Xi had already been fighting for a very long time, and Ancestor Hongjun was so powerful that the two of them were bound to be exhausted.
As Ancestor Hongjun spoke, he had already launched an attack in the Masked Man's direction.
Daoist Yangmei did not even bother with a greeting. He swung his horsetail whisk, conjured a massive whirlwind, and sent it attacking straight toward the Masked Man.
The Masked Man was swept up in the whirlwind he had just unleashed, feeling his illusory body slowly begin to twist out of shape.
All this time, when the Masked Man and Qin Xi faced each other, they had been evenly matched. But now, with the support of Ancestor Hongjun and Daoist Yangmei, he instantly fell into a disadvantage.
Daoist Yangmei laughed loudly and said to him, "With those pathetic skills of yours, you still dare stand against the lot of us? You really don't know your own limits."
On the other side, Ancestor Hongjun's fist had already slammed into the Masked Man's body.
Qin Xi felt as if the moment he saw the Masked Man get hurt, his own body also, in the same instant, truly ached terribly. He had been enduring this pain all night.
When he had cut the Masked Man's leg with his sword, he had also felt that