Daoist Wei sat cross-legged in the hall and cultivated for a moment. Strands of spiritual radiance drifted up, wrapping around him until his entire body was submerged in a blazing mass of spiritual light.
Not long after he settled into meditation, King Xi sensed tremors coming from outside at intervals. The spiritual power around them also seemed to diminish bit by bit. He knew full well that this was because the Great Ring Hall had been severed from the King's Ark. The people outside were eliminating, one hall after another, the Ring Halls clustered around the King's Ark!
His expression darkened. Sleeping Foothills had actually joined forces with Daoist Lin? That alone would have been one thing, but there was even someone in the city capable of making Daoist Wei feel troubled. He had never anticipated this.
He raised his head, a trace of ferocity surfacing on his face. So what if that was the case?
The age of cultivators had long since passed. With the changes in the Dao's workings, these people could never return to the past. No matter how formidable a few cultivators were, they could not contend against the entire upper echelon of the Hao Clan. The cultivators' sects had attempted to rise again several times in the past, only to be suppressed by the Hao Clan each time. That was proof enough.
Two hours later, with Zhang Yu's assistance, Daoist Lin destroyed the last Great Ring Hall. Daoist Wei apparently knew he had no chance of defeating the two working together and did not appear again.
This time, Old Daoist Lin had smoothly exterminated all the upper-layer forces within the Ring Halls. None had managed to escape, and he was quite satisfied with that.
Throughout this, Zhang Yu had not used any offensive means. Once