Along with him, a large number of Mid-grade Spirit Crystals overflowing with rich spiritual aura were sent flying backward.
There were nearly a hundred thousand Mid-grade Spirit Crystals, scattering across the sky like celestial maidens strewing flowers.
Before they could hit the ground, the tall cultivator flying backward swiftly gathered them all into his storage with a surge of True Yuan.
"You treacherous, cunning wretch! You actually pretended to take out some Spirit Stones, then used the chance to ambush this old man!"
"Junior Brother Jiang, this man's cultivation is formidable, and he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. He won't be easy to deal with. But to casually produce so many Spirit Crystals, his wealth must be considerable!!"
"Use the formation to hold him back for now. Cough, cough, cough... I'll go find reinforcements at once. Within half an hour at most, I'll definitely bring people back to support you."
After taking the Spirit Stones, the tall cultivator raised his voice even higher, putting on a show as he shouted loudly toward the formation.
Halfway through, he broke into another fit of violent coughing, appearing to be seriously injured.
At the same time, he secretly swept his gaze around with the corner of his eye and saw that the other cultivators who had also come in pursuit were beginning to turn their attention this way.
The tall cultivator changed his hand seals again and fired out a string of formation incantations, concealing the formation's aura to the utmost limit.
Then, with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of light and fled into the distance.
From beginning to end, he did not reveal the true circumstances of the person trapped in the formation. Instead, he acted as though he were going to seek help