Bai Yueguang howled like a ghost and wailed like a wolf in terror, swinging his sword wildly at the Demon Cultivators surging toward him from every direction.
Ning Xiang spared a moment to glance back. "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's teaching standards aren't up to much. Look at his sword moves and his stance. They're hideous."
Bai Yueguang fought the Demon Cultivators through his tears, but soon, someone came to help him battle the monsters.
"Boohoo, Senior Sister Ning, I knew you wouldn't abandon me!" Bai Yueguang was moved beyond words, only to turn and find Zhou Ruoxue and Wen Maimai instead.
"Don't be afraid! We're here to help!" Zhou Ruoxue declared with boundless bravado.
Bai Yueguang cried even louder.
Then Zhou Ruoxue began hurling talismans and Magical Artifacts at the Demon Cultivators as if her life depended on it. We know you're a big-spending pay-to-win player, but could you please work on your aim?
In the end, Ning Xiang and the others doubled back too, not out of moral obligation, but because-
"Three million spirit stones each afterward, all right?"
Then Ning Xiang and her two companions began unleashing their techniques against the Demon Cultivators.
The Demon Cultivators who had lost their minds were especially troublesome. They felt no pain, so the group had to expend considerable effort.
Lu Qingchen froze dozens of Demon Cultivators, while the upright, evil-banishing Sword Qi emanating from the Langhua Sword kept countless others from approaching.
Ning Xiang spotted a female cultivator in an emerald-green dress. It was none other than the woman they had met when they first entered the illusion.
What exactly had happened in such a short time?
Were these Demon Cultivators conjured by the illusion, or were they real beings, just like them?
Ning Xiang drove back three Demon Cultivators