"Elder Feng, these two are not to be underestimated in terms of cultivation and strength. What should we do next?"
Madam Jiuchuan sized up the newcomers, her delicate brows knitting slightly as she leaned close to Feng Heyu and hurriedly asked in a low voice.
At the same time, the five Nascent Soul ghost cultivators of the Sinful Path quickly gathered around Wan Jianyi, all studying the newcomers with uncertain, startled expressions.
"How could this be? These two carry a somewhat familiar aura!"
"What familiar aura? This is clearly the aura unique to ghost cultivators. Could it be... they are ghost cultivators too?"
"What nonsense? Although the ghost cultivator aura on them is strong, their mystic arts are astonishing. They are clearly cultivators of the Daoist sects. Unless..."
"Unless they have fought ghost cultivators!"
A string of hushed murmurs arose. As they spoke, the five Nascent Soul ghost cultivators' expressions turned ugly.
Among the five, a thoughtful glint flashed through Wan Jianyi's eyes, and his expression immediately became grave.
Without rushing to speak, he also turned his gaze toward Feng Heyu, silently seeking her opinion.
"Whatever their origins, the fluctuations in their auras are so intense that they clearly just went through a vicious battle. The strength they can wield right now must be limited."
"The four from the Yun Ge Sect are even more severely injured and have no strength left to fight."
"If our two sides join forces, we still hold the advantage in both numbers and strength. We only need to spare some men to temporarily hold back these three so-called Mist Concealment Sect cultivators. Then we can concentrate our strength and deal with the Yun Ge Sect first. Friend Wan, what do you think?"
Feng Heyu's face darkened as thoughts raced through her mind. As