Turning his head, He Pingsheng saw a female disciple in blue narrow-sleeved robes rolling on the ground a dozen or so zhang away.
Golden blood covered her body.
Lu Xiaoci had also been injured by that last strike.
Her face was pale, and there was no telling whether she had any life-saving abilities left.
But He Pingsheng had neither the time nor the ability to worry about his fellow disciple now. He was in danger himself!
Better a fellow cultivator die than this poor cultivator!
Go...
While all four of them had their attention on Lu Xiaoci, He Pingsheng shot straight up from the ground, then turned into a streak of light and whooshed away into the night sky behind him.
"Hmph..." One of the opposing Earth Immortals snorted. "A mere Human Immortal Third Layer cultivator-even if he is a little faster, escaping is nothing but a tale from the Arabian Nights!"
"Junior Sister Tan, go over there and kill him!"
"Remember, leave no survivors!"
"Yes!" A woman in black robes instantly flew out, pursuing him with a Two-Headed Mighty Eagle.
He Pingsheng had not fled very far yet, and the Two-Headed Mighty Eagle was unbelievably fast, so Junior Sister Tan caught up with him in just a few breaths.
Without another word, the woman drew her sword and slashed.
The strike was fierce and ruthless, its offensive power immense.
He Pingsheng dared not be careless. Already prepared, he unfurled a crimson shield with a bang.
A second-grade defensive immortal artifact: the Heavenly Gang Fire Dragon Shield.
A round, crimson energy shield dozens of zhang across instantly formed.
Though the sword light was fierce, once the energy shield blocked it, it could not harm He Pingsheng in the slightest.
He Pingsheng used the force of her strike to fly another