Bai Hongtu responded without needing to ask any questions and promptly cast a fire talisman.0

Whoosh!0

Daoist Master Jin Feng’s corpse ignited instantly, and it was promptly engulfed in fierce flames.0

The whole sequence was fluid as water; one shouted a name, while the other cast the spell. Their cooperation was seamless, like two halves of a single thought. Within moments, Jin Feng’s body was entirely consumed by fire.0

Behind them, the group of injured cultivators exchanged looks, their gazes shifting back and forth between Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu. These two... were way too practiced at this.0

Qingyun Temple… it’s supposed to be a proper, upright Daoist temple, right...?0

Even Yan Chixiao, the demon-slaying exorcist known for his bloodthirst, grinned wide. It was as if he’d just found a kindred spirit.0

Meanwhile, Wang Yunting’s expression turned a bit grim. He was already badly injured by...0