While Yang Guo was observing their fight, Yun Chao, Qin Ming, and Tang Wuchen had already joined the battle.
Once they joined, the caliber of the fighting rose considerably.
Yun Chao and Qin Ming, in particular, truly deserved their reputations as the favored sons of two sword cultivator sects. One possessed innate sword bones, while the other had been born with a sword heart. Their two longswords swept through all manner of moves, leaving trails of lightning-like afterimages in the air.
They caught the previously lackadaisical demonic cultivators completely off guard.
With their rhythm broken, the demonic cultivators began to panic.
This healing cultivator sect actually brought in outside help? Something's wrong... why would they bring in outside help...?
Yet before Yang Guo could finish reading the thoughts churning through this demonic cultivator's mind, he fell beneath Yun Chao's sword.
Yang Guo had no choice but to switch targets. However, most of the thoughts she heard were along the lines of Help! I don't want to die yet! Nothing as useful as the information from before surfaced again.
Yang Guo's brows knitted tightly. No matter how she thought about it, she could not understand why a demonic cultivator would have such thoughts just before dying.
What did he mean, "why would they bring in outside help"? Under these circumstances, wasn't it perfectly normal for healing cultivators to seek outside help?
While reading that demonic cultivator's mind, Yang Guo had sensed his shock and bewilderment. So what, exactly, had shocked him? What had bewildered him?
That forced Yang Guo to give the matter more thought.
Especially when she considered how the demonic cultivators had seemed to be pulling their punches earlier...
Yang Guo kept feeling that something was wrong, yet she could not put her finger on it.
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