Taking a deep breath, Ban Jie silently began to operate the Mysterious Techniques to replenish the thoughts in his Upper Dantian.
Xuan Armor Cave.
Strong winds howled, the clash of gold and iron was deafening.
Ban Ji and Rust Disaster Craftsman were already wounded in many places, retreating step by step under the dazzling dance of bronze weapons.
Ban Ji gritted his teeth and shouted at Ning Zhuo: "Ning Zhuo, even if you win after stirring the crowd to attack me with your clever words, what of it?"
"If you have guts, face me one on one!"
Ning Zhuo sneered coldly: "Why didn't you say that when you all attacked me together just now?"
"Ban Ji, though you hail from the Righteous Path, you've willingly fallen to become a Demon Cultivator. You've seized personal benefits and harmed your peers. Today, I seek revenge for the innocent cultivators wronged and killed by you!"
Ban Ji sneered, continuing to provoke: "Ha ha, Ning Zhuo, you're afraid!"
