"Y-you really weren't joking?"
Watching Zhao Feng turn into a streak of Sword Light and vanish into the distant sky, the yellow-haired middle-aged cultivator looked at Wang Ba in astonishment.
Wang Ba's expression darkened slightly. He swiftly scanned his surroundings, giving a quick, offhand reply:
"Don't tell me you're scared, Fellow Daoist Jin?"
"Scared? Haha... a little, actually."
The yellow-haired middle-aged cultivator gave a dry chuckle, making no attempt to hide it. Then his expression turned solemn.
"Once the City of Unceasing Breath gets the message, they'll definitely send people over immediately. There's really nothing to fear."
"Let's hope so... provided we can stop this blood sacrifice first."
Wang Ba's gaze finally settled on the great cauldron.
The yellow-haired middle-aged cultivator's expression grew grave at his words.
"Do you have a way?"
"There are so many puppets. Their attacks might seem mediocre, but their defenses are anything but, especially with that bastard from Daosheng Province hiding in the shadows. Until we deal with them, there's no way we can focus on..."
Wang Ba cut him off.
"I'll handle the puppets, but you have to find a way to rescue those mortals first!"
The yellow-haired middle-aged cultivator froze, then could not help questioning him.
"Rescuing those mortals isn't a problem, but can you really deal with this many puppets?"
"Move!"
Just then, Wang Ba suddenly spoke urgently.
Though the yellow-haired middle-aged cultivator did not understand, he immediately flew away.
Wang Ba had flown aside a step ahead of him.
Whoosh!
Almost the instant the two flew apart, two limbs of mineral iron wrapped in Law Power emerged from thin air and slashed past at tremendous speed.
Yet they still struck empty air.
An entirely undamaged spider revealed itself once more, then swiftly vanished again.
A trace of lingering fear flashed across