He calmly looked towards the sky, where another cultivator identical to the previous one appeared.
If an ordinary cultivator had fought until now, having killed a thousand times and yet still unable to kill their opponent, they would likely be disheartened and lose all will to fight. But his expression remained unchanged from the start, showing no signs of frustration or impatience, as if he firmly believed that just by slicing down one sword after another, he would surely kill his opponent.
Wei Chi Yun hovered in the high sky, his facial muscles stiff, showing no signs of emotion, yet his eyes revealed deep apprehension.
Such unwavering conviction, as unyielding as a mountain, also instilled a mysterious sense of dread in his heart.
The six Demon Sect disciples, except for Feng Haiyang, had been chosen over a hundred years ago. Although not necessarily the most powerful among their peers, each had mastered a particular Daoist Skill with great depth.
