Such thoughts flashed through his mind.
He Song's gaze shifted, quickly looking up to the high sky.
And with this look.
The scene before him left He Song somewhat stunned.
High above.
Where were the group of indifferent cultivators?
At the place where those cultivators originally were, only strands of blood mist remained, drifting downward.
He Song saw the group of puppets he had sent to meet the enemy casually collect the essence blood and treasures brought back by the black energy.
In other words.
Those indifferent, high-flying experts looking down on He Song.
Were instantly slain by the puppets under He Song's command.
Their survival time.
Was not even a bit longer than those who chased Meng Guan and Wei Fan, calling them ancestors.
And for a group of cultivators with Cultivation at least in the Void Refining Stage to call someone ancestor.
The Cultivation of these people must be at least in the Body Integration Realm, right?
