Seeing that she was about to be pulled into the other party's arms, Zhao Min's face remained like jade carved through endless ages, still utterly expressionless.
Her hand slid toward her waist, ready to bring forth an item.
She had been in the Holy Demon Palace for so long, and she was someone the two Grand Supreme Elders thought highly of.
Not to mention Shangguan Changge, that bargain-bin master of hers.
None of those people would be willing to see Zhao Min perish so easily. Naturally, she possessed life-preserving trump cards, though most of them were meant for escape.
Just as Zhao Min was preparing to break free and then aid Li Yan, the spiritual power Li Yan had been using to resist the pull suddenly withdrew.
He slammed toward the black-robed middle-aged man's embrace at even greater speed.
"Struggling at death's door, hmph!"
Capturing these two like this had been entirely within the black-robed middle-aged man's expectations. There was nothing unexpected about it; he had already roughly grasped the strength of the pair.
Both were at the mid Golden Core Realm, yet their strength was astonishingly formidable. Either one alone could handle a late Golden Core cultivator, perhaps even a False Nascent Soul cultivator.
That male cultivator's concealment technique in particular was absurdly powerful. Had he not exchanged blows with him, even he would have only judged the other to be at the early Golden Core Realm.
He was truly sinister to the extreme. Coupled with the poison arts he possessed, someone with Tielianggu's temperament would be strange indeed if he did not suffer a crushing loss.
Wutu had also made an error in responding due to carelessness, and had nearly been counter-killed by the other party.
Though Li Yan's limbs were bound, he charged at him like a