Having said that, Yang Yuanhong clenched his five fingers, transforming force into true power and sending that surging strength back along the Old Devil's Spiritual Sense.
"Pfft—!"
The old Demon Sect cultivator immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.
At that moment, Yang Yuanhong's gaze swept eerily over the two of them, and he added with a light chuckle, "What I said just now still stands. This is your last chance."
Upon hearing those words, the cultivator surnamed Qin hesitated no longer. Hardening his heart, he raised a hand and condensed a pool of bone-eroding purple water, hurling it at the Old Devil.
He knew that under such circumstances, the other party would certainly choose to attack him in order to survive. Rather than nervously guessing the Old Devil's intentions, it was better to strike first and seize the initiative for himself!
Yet the Old Devil was also a deeply calculating man. How could he allow himself to fall into such a passive position?
Thus, the instant the cultivator surnamed Qin unleashed this spell, he realized that the body before him was not the Old Devil's true form.
"Fellow Daoist, lend me your life!"
And in the very next moment after he attacked, the Old Devil's hoarse voice sounded behind him.
He knew his own value to the righteous path, especially to the Dragon Descendant lineage of Penglai Palace. Therefore, he could tell that Yang Yuanhong's promise to spare his life was no lie.
Seeing that his opponent's strength far surpassed anything he had imagined and was absolutely beyond his ability to overcome, he had no choice but to ruthlessly strike at the cultivator surnamed Qin.
The Old Devil tore off his gray robe in one motion, releasing dozens of grim ghost