'Still underestimated the patience of the demon cultivators in this realm.'
Master Wang clicked his tongue softly, staring at the figure in the clouds wrapped in blazing flames, and then continued to shout through the Thousand-Mile Transmission, angrily accusing the righteous path of shameless ambush, yet did not initiate any attack.
At Wangxian Valley.
Silhouettes rose on clouds, as the experts of the righteous path, who were dining in the main hall, now stood divided according to sects and relationships.
The elite stationed on the periphery, now like an awakened pride of lions, immediately gathered behind these experts.
Black clouds rolled in from the west;
White clouds and blue skies from the east;
Again, golden light flickered from the north, a group of Buddhist practitioners emitting ten thousand rays of golden light, yet only reduced to the third force here.
Wang Jixuan saw this scene, swiftly darted underground, escaping a thousand miles to the northwest.
