"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.
