At those words, the cultivators could not help looking at Xiao Sui.
The calligraphy scroll looked utterly ordinary, yet it contained such a terrifying divine ability. It was clearly an exceedingly precious, peerless treasure, and whoever had written those words was naturally a mighty figure among the Immortals and Gods of the Heavenly Realm.
It was doubtful whether a second treasure like it could be found anywhere in the mortal world. How could she possibly produce another?
Although they all understood this, the cultivators had already expended a considerable amount of magic power, and a Demonic Fiend of the Outer Path stood before them. Xiao Sui had also warned them through voice transmission that this false demonic domain had been created by another Demonic Fiend of the Outer Path, who might still be lurking in the shadows.
And a treasure containing such a mighty divine ability had only destroyed the Fortune-Teller's second primordial spirit. How were they to deal with his true body?
How were they to deal with the other Demonic Fiend of the Outer Path, the Book Reader, who had yet to appear?
If those two Demonic Fiends of the Outer Path truly fought with everything they had, many cultivators would surely perish in this Demon Domain today!
So they all secretly hoped that Xiao Sui had another such treasure. If she really did, perhaps it would intimidate the Fortune-Teller and the Book Reader enough to avert this calamity.
"Well?"
The white-robed Fortune-Teller also looked at Xiao Sui with a smile. Seeing her fall silent, his smile deepened, and he chuckled. "If you can produce a second treasure that terrifying, then I really could die without regrets."
Xiao Sui remained silent.
"Looks like you don't have one."
The white-robed man smiled faintly and suddenly stepped forward. From the