Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“How dare the Nebula Immortal Sect set up such an array waiting for us! Good! Very good!” One of them said gloomily, staring with his bloodthirsty eyes at the people in front of him.
Feng Jiu, standing behind them, noticed that apart from the Celestial ranked middle-aged man who kept calm and cool-headed, the two disciples became nervous and tense. They kept loosening and clenching the swords in their hands several times, pursing their lips frequently, and the back of their robes was drenched with sweat.
With a faint smile, she looked away and turned to look at the devilry cultivators coming towards them. In addition to the devilry cultivators in front, there were seven or eight men behind them with wounds on their bodies. It was obvious that they were injured inside the formation array.
The devilry cultivators in front had the strengths of Celestial Mid-stage and Peak ranks. This large disparity in strength made the three Nebula Immortal Sect’s men look solemn.
“Senior Uncle, I’m afraid that even if we send out a distress signal, the disciples around here can’t resist these devilry cultivators.”
Although the two male disciples looked solemn, they saw the situation clearly. They knew that even if they called for help from the patrolling team nearby, their arrival would only increase the number of dead.
“Let’s fight! Fight to the death! There is no need to send the signal, the people in front are Celestial cultivators, even at the Peak levels, while those behind them are Nascent Soul cultivators. Unless the Sect’s Peak Masters or the Elders and above come over, ordinary disciples will just lose their lives in vain.”
Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows with a smile on her lips. These Nebula Immortal Sect’s disciples were pretty good!
She stood still and just watched as the few devilry cultivators above the Celestial rank suddenly came to attack. The four devilry cultivators who swept over towards them had no weapons in their hands but used their claws.
Maybe for them, these disciples were not worthy of their weapons to kill! Well, if it was just the three people in front of her, then with the strength of these devilry cultivators, it would be easy to kill them. What’s more, once they let their Strong Exponent’s pressure out, these disciples wouldn’t even have the chance to fight.
But, wasn’t she here? Her presence might turn things around.
A smile blossomed in her lips and a glimmer of light flashed in her lucid eyes. After seeing the four devilry cultivators release a mighty pressure to envelop them and try to break their necks with bare hands, she pinched gently and condensed the airflow between her five fingers. When those devilry cultivators came closer, with a gentle flip of her hand, the airflow between her fingers was instantly divided into four fierce breaths that attacked the four devilry cultivators at a lightning speed.
The Nebula Immortal Sect’s middle-aged man and the two disciples turned pale. This was the moment when they realized that they had no hope of fighting to the death! Their opponents’ strengths were far above them. Once the mighty pressure enveloped them, it was as if a large mountain was suppressing them so that they were unable to move a single step. It’s impossible for them to fight those devilry cultivators to the death.
They watched the four men sweep towards them like ghosts with their clawed fingers coming towards their necks and their heads. The breath of death was hanging over them for a moment.. When they felt a sense of despair they had never felt before, they heard several fierce airflows whistling past their ears….
