"Making a last-ditch struggle?"
At the forefront of the enemy stood an old man built like a mountain. In truth, the members of the Red-Eyed Flame-Horned Beast Clan were all built like mountains.
Even the beautiful female cultivators among them possessed exceptionally voluptuous figures. Their skin was either snow-white or bronze, while their chests and buttocks were outrageously full and rounded.
The mountain-like old man was also the one who had shouted earlier. He was the leader of this group of cultivators, and his cultivation had already reached the point of nearly stepping into the Spirit Transformation Realm.
With the support of certain secret arts and magical treasures, Nascent Soul cultivators of the Immortal-Spirit Realm possessed even more formidable strength. Some could even fight Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators to the death.
Behind the old man stood nearly a hundred cultivators. The seven at the front were all late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Although there were late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators among those behind them as well, their auras were inferior to those of the seven.
Seeing that this group of Black Devil Race cultivators had suddenly retreated just before entering the ambush circle, the old man was startled and immediately launched an attack!
Yet the enemy's sudden countercharge during their retreat also caught the old man off guard. He then understood the reason—they knew they could not shake off his side's pursuit.
So they wanted to eliminate his side as quickly as possible before the others arrived...
Mu Sha collided with the mountain-like old man in an instant. Several people immediately flew out behind him and met the enemy's other six men head-on.
The remaining thirty-odd people did not scatter. Instead, they gathered even more tightly, while several among them had already vanished. Those few devils had been collected into others' spirit-storage