The divination was correct. Wu Zhe had indeed arrived.
He wore a black robe and exuded a frigid aura, like a Soul Hooker emerging from the Underworld.
As Golden Core Cultivators of the Righteous Dao, Xiao Yuan and the others from the Purple Mist Sect should have struck down the Demon Cultivator.
However, their faces were all pale, and their eyes were filled with terror.
Forget fighting; they didn't even have the courage to flee, frozen right where they stood.
'These people from the Purple Mist Sect are so pathetic.'
Li Chang'an remained calm, taking in their expressions with a casual glance.
'They're Golden Core Cultivators, after all, in the same Major Realm as Wu Zhe, and yet they're this terrified.'
'No wonder they came here treasure hunting instead of going to the Northern Domain to fight the Demon Sects.'
Li Chang'an stealthily activated his magic, planning to lure Wu Zhe away to an area better suited for Magical Combat.
