A moment later, heavy footsteps could be heard from afar, even Han Li could hear them clearly. Two figures approached the stone house, its doors wide open.
The leader was exceptionally old, appearing to be in his sixties or seventies. His pale face was faintly veiled in a faint black aura, and his complexion looked extremely deteriorated, as if his end was near.
Behind this person stood a mysterious figure wearing a black cape and a wide green robe that completely enveloped him, leaving no trace of skin visible.
He was exceptionally tall and burly, giving off a sinister aura.
As the two entered, Lu Tiandu, ignoring Han Li's nervousness, thrust his five fingers forward, and a massive azure hand suddenly appeared, reaching for Doctor Mo.
Simultaneously, he gently tapped his storage bag, and a silver talisman emerged from his hand. He activated it and flung it towards the iron slave behind Doctor Mo.
"Immortal cultivator..."
Doctor Mo's cloudy eyes filled with shock at this sudden change. Before he could even finish the word "immortal cultivator," he was snatched up by the azure hand and thrown into the corner.
As he used his "Wind Spirit Grabbing Hand" to capture Doctor Mo, Lu Tiandu launched a low-level freezing talisman that rapidly slammed into the iron slave behind him, instantly creating a massive block of ice.
Within, a tall figure wearing a conical hat stood motionless.
Han Li stared at the sudden, dramatic change with his mouth wide open, a look of disbelief on his face.
Doctor Mo, who he had considered invincible and suffocating, was vanquished by a cultivator in just a few moves?
At that moment, Lu Tiandu waved his hand, and a small brass bell hanging from Doctor Mo's waist appeared in his hand. Spiritual energy surged through his hand, and instantly the mark left by Doctor Mo was erased.
"This is the magic weapon to control that iron slave. I'm giving it to you!" Lu Tiandu casually tossed the small bell to Han Li. "I've used my magic to restrain Doctor Mo's limbs. You can do whatever you want with him."
Ignoring Han Li, who hadn't recovered from his shock, Lu Tiandu glanced at Doctor Mo again and snorted coldly.
"What? Are you used to staying in there and don't want to come out?"
"Humph, if you don't want to come out, then never come out..." Seeing that Yu Zitong was still trying to get away with it, Lu Tiandu lost his patience and pinched his fingers, about to cast another spell.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't do anything!"
A fist-sized ball of green light mysteriously floated out from Doctor Mo's body, accompanied by an urgent voice.
This scene again surprised Han Li, who was staring at Doctor Mo's body. This must be the person who had been watching from the side, preparing to take over his body.
Han Li's eyes turned cold. This person must also be an immortal cultivator. These cultivators' methods were indeed strange and beyond the reach of mortals.
At the same time, his desire for greater power intensified.
Everything that happened today had left a deep impression on him.
Looking at Yu Zitong's spirit, Lu Tiandu remained silent. With a casual wave of his hand, a stream of magical power captured the spirit and tucked it into his sleeve.
"I'll leave Doctor Mo to you. I'll take care of something first and return to you later!"
After instructing Han Li, Lu Tiandu threw out his Wind-Following Sword, which instantly shot off into the distance.
...
In the shadows of a remote mountaintop, Lu Tiandu stared at the green light before him, questioning something.
The green light was now much dimmer than when it had just emerged from Doctor Mo's body.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll leave you to fend for yourself in this desolate wilderness!" His cold words, accompanied by a magical attack, further weakened Yu Zitong's weakened spirit.
"Brother, spare my life. I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."
(End of this chapter)