Ning Fa's expression remained unchanged.
He had never known regret for what he did. Even if he were given another chance, he would still kill Huangfu Hong, Shen Xinlan, and Pei Nanshu without hesitation.
If the factions connected to them, or anyone else, came seeking revenge, he would deal with them.
But they would also have to bear the price of becoming his enemies.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the giant warship and the golden giant bird soon arrived before them.
Dazzling streams of escape light shot out from them, numbering fifty or sixty in total.
The spiritual pressure emanating from these people was extraordinarily powerful. Every one of them was a Nascent Soul Cultivator; even Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators were rare among them, with most being in the middle or late Nascent Soul stages.
Moreover, judging by the treasure light they radiated, they were clearly no ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators.
So many high-level cultivators gathered in the sky that the winds and clouds changed color, bringing an immense sense of oppression.
These high-level cultivators were also clearly divided into two separate sides.
More than thirty stood behind Venerable Ling Jun, clearly taking him as their leader.
The other twenty-odd cultivators had Demonic Aura soaring to the heavens. Though their appearances did not differ greatly from ordinary humans, they possessed obvious traits of other races, and all radiated immensely powerful blood and vital energy. They were clearly Shapeshifted Demons.
Each wore a proud and unruly expression, glaring maliciously at Cangyuan's cultivators.
The Cangyuan cultivators could not help frowning inwardly. Why were there high-level demons among the reinforcements?
These high-level demons were led by a thin, shriveled old man draped in a black cloak.
The old man was hunched over, his face covered in wrinkles and his eyes clouded. Not the