He took a moment to look back. At this point, he was not far from Qingdan Peak. As long as he retrieved the token and returned to the peak, the elders would surely protect him, leaving him worry-free.
But in this split second, Wu Huanchen advanced again, and with just one strike, the white light faded away.
The middle-aged cultivator, worthy of being a Bu Ge Disciple, though his Daoist cultivation was lacking, had protective magic artifacts. With a layer of protective treasure light guarding him, he calmly took a token from his sleeve bag and was about to shake it. However, at this moment, a red light flew from the demon cloud and instantly shattered his protective treasure light, knocking his figure to the side.
His heart was greatly shocked, knowing it was a moment of life and death, where a split second was enough to decide fate. He endured the discomfort in his chest and forcefully activated the token in his hand, releasing a thick cloud of qi to block in front.
