Just then, a sudden change erupted!
The Seven-Colored Venomous Miasma around the palace ruins suddenly churned violently. Dozens of black figures burst from the miasma, charging toward Xu Ping'an's group and the other three demon-hunting squads.
They wore black cloaks and black masks, their features impossible to discern. Dense black qi coiled around their bodies.
It was obvious they had done so deliberately, unwilling to reveal their true faces.
The leading black figure possessed a formidable aura, seemingly at Earth-Grade Golden Core Perfection, far surpassing his companions in strength.
The other black figures were all in the Golden Core Realm as well.
"An ambush?"
Xu Ping'an narrowed his eyes as spiritual power surged around him. "Everyone, be careful! Prepare for battle!"
The other three demon-hunting squads also came to their senses and hurriedly assumed fighting stances.
The mysterious figures were powerful, ruthless, and bizarre in their techniques. They excelled in assassination and poison arts.
Every magic artifact in their hands was coated in deadly poison. Once struck, one's meridians would be eroded by the toxin.
One mysterious figure wielded a black dagger. With a flash of his body, he shot forward like black lightning toward Xu Ping'an's group. Black qi and poison swirled around the dagger as it stabbed directly at Li Yueyao, the weakest cultivator in the group.
"Watch out!"
Mo Chen darted forward, emerald spiritual light circling his body.
Though he was not skilled at direct combat, he could use spiritual power to construct defenses.
In an instant, he stood before Li Yueyao. With a clench of his palm, a thick wooden vine lashed toward the mysterious figure's wrist. At the same time, his other hand formed a seal, gathering healing spiritual light in his palm.
Clang!
With a crisp ring, Mo Chen collided with the mysterious figure.