At the top of the Beacon Platform, the Burly Demonic Cultivator was still struggling to hold on.
By now, a few threads of regret had crept into his heart. After hearing that only one core disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect guarded the Ancient Teleportation Array, he had led a group of Demon Sect disciples here to attack.
Yet he had never imagined that the purple-robed Sword Cultivator stationed here would be so terrifying.
Those chilling streaks of sword light were exceptionally sharp. Even his powerful demonic body dared not take them head-on.
"Hiss!"
The Burly Demonic Cultivator let out a muffled grunt as another wound deep enough to expose bone appeared on his left arm.
This is bad! If I keep fighting, I might die here! Seeing the mocking look on the purple-robed cultivator's face, the Burly Demonic Cultivator had already begun thinking of retreat.
Just as he started to move, two black-clad figures suddenly burst onto the scene.
"Cultivators of our Demon Sect... no!" A delighted look was just about to appear on the Burly Demonic Cultivator's face, but his expression immediately changed.
Could they be Six Sects cultivators in disguise... looking for a chance to ambush me? Although the Burly Demonic Cultivator looked rough, his mind was meticulous, and all sorts of thoughts surged through it.
At that thought, the great hammer in his hand erupted with intense black light. He was preparing to use his life-saving trump card.
"Eldest Senior Brother! We're here to help you!"
Two aged voices rang out together, making the Burly Demonic Cultivator's heart jolt. They really are coming for me!
Boom! Boom!
Under the Burly Demonic Cultivator's incredulous gaze, a great seal and an enormous demonic bell smashed viciously toward the purple-robed cultivator, unleashing two heaven-shaking crashes.
*Could they really be