"I'll hold them off. You get out of here, now."
As the situation grew ever more perilous, some members of the Rain Clan voluntarily stayed behind to cover the retreat, buying time for the others to escape.
"Trying to run? How naive!"
The Nine Nether Demon Cult members wore mocking expressions. They had lain in ambush for so long before finally waiting for the Rain Clan to walk into their net. How could they possibly let anyone escape alive?
"Pfft!"
"Ah!"
"Urgh!"
"..."
Members of the Rain Clan fell one after another, driven into a desperate corner.
"Boom!"
At that critical moment, a terrifying aura came rolling in from afar, instantly cowing everyone present.
"Who is it?"
Everyone stopped fighting and turned in unison to look ahead.
Across the vast snowfield, a figure strolled forward.
His movements were slow, so slow that everyone could see them clearly, yet also fast—so fast that with a single step, he arrived in the center of the battlefield.
"A powerhouse!"
Li Xuancang's aura shook heaven and earth, forcibly cleaving apart the battlefield. The Nine Nether Demon Cult members were driven back, their hearts filled with alarm.
"Sir, we are members of the Nine Nether Demon Cult. This is a grudge between us and the Rain Clan. Do not bring trouble upon yourself. Leave at once."
The Divine Repository Realm cultivator leading the Demon Sect stared at Li Xuancang and spoke coldly.
His words declared his identity, with no attempt to conceal the threat behind them.
The Nine Nether Demon Cult was a colossal force, one that struck terror into countless living beings. They believed it was enough to make Li Xuancang retreat in the face of difficulty.
The Rain Clan members also looked toward Li Xuancang, yet none of them asked him to intervene.