Luo Beixi held his sword in one hand and immediately drew a circle before him. A blue, translucent round shield appeared in an instant, ancient patterns surfacing across it as streams of light shimmered over the semi-transparent shield.
"Go!"
He shouted sharply, and the tip of the Jade Void Sword pressed against the blue translucent shield as it rammed toward the tornado pillar.
On the other side, Ye Yuhong abruptly lowered into a bent-leg horse stance, his body sinking. With one fist raised and the other lowered in a rhinoceros-gazing-at-the-moon pose, he drove both fists straight ahead. Two gray pillars of light shot out at once.
Sensing Junior Brother Ye's attack, Luo Beixi glanced sideways, surprise appearing on his face. This junior brother's power attacks were remarkably strong as well.
Among their master's disciples, Ye Yuhong was the only one who cultivated soul arts. This was also because his innate soul was exceptionally powerful, making him extremely sensitive to soul fluctuations.
After their master had taken notice of him, he had asked whether Ye Yuhong was willing to cultivate soul techniques. Although the White Devil Race was not a soul cultivator sect, the Holy Devil Palace possessed a respectable soul cultivation technique that had been seized long ago.
Later, people in the Holy Devil Palace had successively cultivated it to success. However, soul cultivation required long periods of meditation and seated contemplation, forcing cultivators to abandon the White Devil Race's physical advantages.
With the White Devil Race cultivators' lofty pride and reverence for their own bloodline, they naturally did not believe their bloodline divine abilities were inferior to the methods of soul cultivators.
This was, in truth, also a race's confidence. If one believed oneself inferior to others in every matter, then one would lose one's edge and confidence as