Only the leader was at the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation, with slightly quicker reflexes. He drew his Dharma Sword, red light blooming on its blade as he parried with a backhand.
"Clang!"
A clear ringing sound was heard as the leading devil cultivator staggered back, the rainbow light retracting an inch before lunging at him again.
"What is this thing? Could it be a spell?"
The devil cultivator hailed from the Zhao Country and had spent the first half of his life battling against Buddhist Practitioners but had never encountered an Immortal Cultivator. He froze for a moment before a figure, stepping on rosy clouds, materialized in front of him.
"Damn it!"
The figure flashed before his eyes only for an instant, and his treasured sword had already flown out of his hand, landing in the hands of the Taoist. His fear subsided, but before he could react, his body was tightly bound, preventing him from summoning his Escaping Light.
