The two cultivators attacked together. Li Xizhi formed a spell with one hand and wielded his sword with the other, leaping out of their encirclement and scattering patches of golden-red rainbow lights. Sweat appeared on his forehead as he finally found the chance to properly examine his opponents.0

One of them had a dignified and sturdy appearance. He was neatly dressed and held a dark purple-black jar densely covered with intricate white patterns. His eyes were wide, filled with uncertainty.0

The other man had a fierce and greedy look. He was taller than his companion and wore a black robe. Layers of white mist continuously drifted from him, coiling around him like agile serpents.0

When he saw Li Xizhi easily escaping their encirclement, the devil cultivator holding the jar transmitted...0