"Not calling your sect brothers for help? Are you just going to let us beat you to death?"
Zhao Jingyu took a large step, his body glowing as he fully unleashed his Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivation.
The Silver-Robed Cultivator's expression darkened.
"A Body Refining Cultivator? When it comes to Body Refining Skills, the Xuandao Sect is far inferior to my Douchen!"
He took a step forward, releasing a dense Spiritual Qi that enveloped his body, its spiritual pressure immense.
The Silver-Robed Cultivator merely shook his robes, and they boomed like thunder.
Seeing this, Bai Mo took a step back, moving closer to the coffin behind him.
'Standing here, at least I won't get caught in the crossfire.'
Wan Shenxiu, who was beside him, also retreated. The two exchanged a glance, their expressions blank.
The Silver-Robed Cultivator's face twitched. He subtly glanced at the passage sealed by the Array.
