Only after the Medicine King Hall disciple had gone thirty or forty zhang from the thatched hut did his trembling body gradually settle, and some color returned to his face.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then glanced back at the distant thatched hut, his heart filled with shock.
His cultivation was by no means weak. Anyone sent here held some standing in Medicine King Hall, yet that aura had been almost impossible for him to withstand.
He had still been ten zhang from the thatched hut, but even at that distance, he had barely held out for a little under half a quarter-hour. Had the two Patriarchs not noticed that his cultivation could not withstand it and told him to leave in time, he would probably have collapsed right there.
"Is this the ninth stage of the Heavenly Demon Skill?" the disciple murmured. "Such demonic might. It truly deserves to be called the supreme Demonic Art of the Demonic Path."
After marveling for a moment, he dared not linger there.
"Senior Sister, what do you think?" Li Cong asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He looked at the thatched hut but made no move for the moment.
Xu Yan Yun's expression was equally grave. She drew a deep breath and said, "Although this aura is extraordinarily powerful, it is also incredibly violent and extremely unstable. Young Huang has probably reached the critical moment. At a time like this, neither of us can do anything."
Li Cong nodded slightly. He thought the same. At the thought of being helpless, he could not help letting out a long sigh. "Who would have thought we could only wait quietly like this? That we couldn't do a single thing?"
"Of course there is nothing we can do at a time like this. If