A flying ring whistled as it approached head-on, gleaming with cold light. In an instant, Li Da's mind went blank—this was a late-stage Qi Cultivation practitioner!
The first to react was surprisingly Wang Ruoyu, who had been standing dazedly to the side. He quickly tossed aside the candied hawthorn he was holding, stepped in front of Jiang Baitao, and channeled his spiritual power, hand forming a spell.
Jiang Baitao exclaimed, throwing out a series of high-tier talismans that glittered with spiritual light.
However, the bearded man was already close; the flying ring was so fast that Jiang Baitao's talismans were slashed to pieces before they could even be activated. Wang Ruoyu gritted his teeth, but before he could finish the spell, the flying ring was already before his eyes.
The sharp aura rushed straight toward his face, and he widened his eyes.
