Cultivators must not halt, his hands forming seals as he cast a wind magic spell.
"Boom—"
Although he didn't die, he was struck from the sky and fell.
Not waiting for the cultivator to steady himself,
Meng Quji was already on the attack once more.
"Damn it!"
The cultivator's eyes were split with rage, as he picked up his flying sword and channeled all his mana to contend with the enemy.
But after merely a few exchanges,
his mana was nearly drained, and his physical body suffered severe internal injuries from the attacks of True Qi; he immediately crushed his last talisman.
"Whoosh—"
The solid ground beneath Meng Quji's feet suddenly turned into quicksand, and before he realized it, half of his body sank in.
Seizing this opportunity,
the grievously injured cultivator turned and scrambled into the woods, only to see a skinny little girl standing there, holding a purple-colored flying sword.
"Qi Refining First Level trash!"
