Ning Fa focused his gaze, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.
There were five cultivators here in total, besieging a single person.
Three of those five Nascent Soul Cultivators happened to be old acquaintances of his.
One was a handsome man in black armor—none other than Sikong Yuanlie.
Although several wrinkles still lined his face, he looked far better than he had at Sun Peak.
Clearly, some of the vitality he had expended by activating the Mysterious Light Magic Gourd had recovered.
Another was a young man in a scholar's robe who looked somewhat sickly. He was Sikong Zhibo, at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
The third was a dignified middle-aged man in a dark azure robe, wrapped in violent Azure Wind Balls. He was none other than True Lord Fenglong, leader of the Ascension Alliance.
Besides those three, there was also a beautiful mature woman in a white dress, with snow-white hair and a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation.
The last was a burly man in embroidered robes with a ruddy face, at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Of these five Nascent Soul Cultivators, three were at the middle stage and two at the early stage. Moreover, Sikong Yuanlie and True Lord Fenglong were no ordinary Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivators. Their lineup could be called exceptionally formidable.
Yet even with all five joining forces, they could not take down their opponent.
The person being besieged was a handsome, dashing young man clad in a long black cloth robe.
A strange Black Ring radiated from his body, shielding him within it. Its power appeared immensely formidable.
The various magic treasures, divine abilities, and spells unleashed by the other five not only failed to break the Black Ring, but were occasionally struck as if by some violent