So Worthless?

The Old Beggar repeatedly confirmed whether the one battling his Senior Brother, Daoist Master Yuan, in the distance was truly Tu Siyan. Though their appearances were nearly identical and their auras quite similar, he still dared not conclude that she was the Eight-tailed Fox Demon from back then.

After all, Tu Siyan had once been personally suppressed by him, the Old Beggar. Though a fox demon cultivating to eight tails was already an exceedingly formidable great demon, the difference of one tail was like heaven and earth. For this fiend to contend with Senior Brother Daoist Master Yuan for so long did not seem like the result of forcibly raising her cultivation.

The Old Beggar's brow furrowed into a Sichuan character. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. Even if Tu Siyan had truly cultivated into a Nine-tailed Fox Demon, not that many years had passed.

In the sky above the "ocean" where the City Ruins lay, the area where Daoist Master Yuan and the White-robed Female Demon were fighting had become a place no one else dared approach. Aside from the demonic qi and immortal radiance colliding between the two, all other demons did everything in their power to avoid the aftershocks of their clash.

Even so, quite a few demons could not withstand the impact and were injured.

The sensation was profoundly strange to many demons. It was not truly because the battle between a True Immortal and a Nine-tailed Fox Demon had unleashed overwhelming might. Rather, no matter how they dodged or fled, even when they had clearly escaped the aftershocks, a ripple-like sensation still swept over them, leaving their bodies and souls swaying as though drunk.

Some demons grew dazed, while others simply fell back into the water. At such times, the