The Fat Cultivator stared at Zhao Lin's hiding spot, simultaneously scanning the area, afraid that more than one person had come.
Just then, the Yin Soul cast an Illusion Technique.
Two cultivators suddenly appeared in the Fat Cultivator's line of sight, less than seventy yards away, and he was horrified.
There were no Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Yinfeng Realm. For these two to appear so noiselessly, their cultivation had to be at least on par with his own.
What terrified him even more was that both cultivators were holding flying swords that glinted coldly in the light!
Sword Cultivators—and two of them!
The Fat Cultivator's heart hammered in his chest, and the hairs on his arms stood on end. He didn't even bother to check their cultivation levels before instantly dodging back in a hasty retreat.
"My friends, let's talk this out..."
