The two remaining Devil Cultivators were both shocked and furious. Never had they imagined that one of their own would fall in a single exchange.
They exchanged a glance. Rather than engage, they pulled back.
The Demon Ruins Cultivators held an overwhelming advantage now. There was no need to force their way through these tough bones.
As the Demon Ruins' advantage continued to grow, they would naturally be able to kill them. There was no hurry.
Attacking blindly would only leave them like their fallen companion, dead and their Dao extinguished.
Li Yi, however, had no intention of letting them leave and immediately closed in.
At a time like this, every kill counted.
The battle at the Nangong Aristocratic Clan had taken a considerable toll on him. Afterward, he had rushed back without stopping and had barely had time to recover.
Yet for some reason, the more dire the situation before him became, the more inexhaustible the force in his body felt. His battle intent burned fiercer with every exchange.
No one noticed the Demon Ruins Cultivator concealed in the shadows nearby.
He revealed not the slightest trace of his presence, his gaze fixed on Han Yuan.
For Demon Ruins Cultivators like them, Body Cultivators were the finest materials for refining Corpse Puppets.
At the same realm, Body Cultivators were extremely weak and could be killed with little effort. Their corpses were exceptionally tough, and they usually lacked much foundation in Spiritual Power, making them very easy to steep in Demonic Qi.
For precisely that reason, Han Yuan had attracted more than just those three.
The man concentrated fully, forming hand seals with his left hand. A broken blade hovered before him, blue light surging over it as Spiritual Power gathered constantly from his fingertips onto the blade.
Just as