"No! They haven't come yet!"
"I can't escape as a streak of light! Right, use the Concealment Qi Art!"
The demonic cultivator's mind spun frantically as he swiftly activated his technique upon thinking of it.
Veins throughout his bloodline wriggled like worms, and then the skin and bones of his entire body seemed to melt away.
The demonic silhouette transformed from head to toe into a sparrow, its aura drawn in to the utmost limit.
It fluttered its wings, feigning complete calm as it headed toward the outermost edge.
A streak of sword light swooped over.
"The demonic cultivator is over there!"
Damn it!
Fuck!
Damn sword cultivators!
Damn Old Devil!
You fucking bastard, your formation is a pile of shit!
The elderly demonic cultivator cursed at the top of his lungs, his face twisting with rage!
Without the slightest hesitation, a foul wind turned into black mist that filled the entire field of vision, blocking the cultivators' divine senses.
The battle here had been almost effortless.
A demonic cultivator had randomly teleported into the heart of an immortal sect. The consequences were easy to imagine.
Even though he was now a Primordial Spirit cultivator, facing so many cultivators, he still met his end in bitter defeat.
"Old Devil! You will die a miserable death—"
That final venomous curse made the Dao Sect disciples surrounding him feel their scalps prickle.
In a pitch-black graveyard somewhere, a furtive figure stuck up his rear and poked around the corpses. Suddenly, he shuddered without thinking.
"What's going on? Is someone thinking of me?" He looked suspiciously from side to side. Finding nothing unusual, he decided to change locations at once.
"Who knows where I'll be teleported this time. Perfect—I can find someone else to test it on."
At the same time, after handling