Life-and-Death Star River

As a spell cultivator, Zhu Luomu knew that when fighting a body cultivator, he must never let the opponent get close. Thus, after learning that Zhang Ming was a body cultivator who also excelled in a movement technique—

Zhu Luomu actually thought that even if he could not defeat him, he could still escape after learning the opponent's true capabilities.

Yet faced with those overwhelming mosquito-like demonic beasts, he felt utterly powerless.

At the same time, his gaze slid to the large mosquito perched on Zhang Ming's left shoulder. Its entire body was crystal-clear, save for a black line running down its back, and he instinctively took a step back.

That rather splendid mosquito stared at him with its tiny eyes, constantly looking him up and down. Its long proboscis deliberately—or seemingly inadvertently—aimed at certain parts of his body.

Zhu Luomu had just witnessed this creature's sinister venom. Even under these flight-restricting wards, it was still unbelievably fast.

Wherever it passed, the spiritual power of the cultivators from the four sects vanished without a trace within a few breaths. One could imagine that if that long proboscis stabbed him even once, his entire body would soon wither away and die.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, you should leave quickly, or go aid the others. Zhang prefers to come and go alone, hehe..."

Li Yan immediately began driving Zhu Luomu away without the slightest courtesy, letting out several dry laughs that did not reach his eyes.

He did not want anyone constantly watching him. If he accidentally revealed more of his secrets, he feared that he might be unable to restrain himself from suddenly erupting and killing them.

Naturally, Zhu Luomu understood what Zhang Ming meant. Zhang Ming's origins were exceedingly strange, and he certainly possessed other secrets. He did not wish to