The cultivators calmed down and fell silent. No one was hotheaded enough anymore to talk about going out to fight that Spirit Transformation demonic cultivator.
Only the disciples of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect still looked grim, though relief outweighed everything else. Death was good. In circumstances like these, death was a release. He was free, and so was the sect.
In midair, Su Jiu and Wei Yu were still locked in a fierce battle with Wei Ren.
Su Jiu had actually noticed the cultivator who ran out, but once she saw his face clearly, she paid him no further attention.
When bargaining with a tiger for its skin, one ought to consider the consequences.
While Su Jiu fought on, the demonic disciples who had originally followed Wei Ren headed toward the formation she had set up.
Wei Ren had given them one task: break that formation by any means necessary.
He wanted every one of these cultivators buried here, with not a single survivor!
More and more black chains appeared, their attacks coming ever faster. Su Jiu suspected, however, that this was probably his limit.
Su Jiu flitted like a butterfly, constantly darting between the chains. Wei Yu moved differently. His movements were less graceful and more aggressive, like a sharp blade. He resembled a leopard constantly evading danger while seeking an opening to strike back.
Having fought Wei Ren for so long, the two were naturally doing more than merely dodging. They were searching for his weaknesses and a way to break through.
Of course, Wei Ren was no fool either. As Su Jiu and Wei Yu evaded him, he kept changing his methods of attack.
Su Jiu noticed that the demonic cultivators who had been watching from the sidelines were charging toward the formation...
Upon reaching it,