The monks stared blankly for a moment, then, as if by an unspoken agreement, they began to converge towards the unclaimed Immortal-level Holy Spirits, readying to besiege them.
"Damn, let's go!"
Seeing that the situation was utterly lost, the leading Holy Spirit in the core battlefield hesitated no more; with a wave of his hand, the Streaming Light that filled the sky was retracted, and then he transformed into a beam of energy, fleeing into the distance like a rainbow.
The sword-wielding Profound Immortal Cultivator, seeing this, raised his hand to launch a strike, unleashing a terrifying Sword Qi.
"Mmm!"
After a muffled hum, the Streaming Light vanished without a trace.
Seeing this, the sword-wielding cultivator did not pursue further.
Wang Zijia had no intention of giving chase either. Holding onto the long banner, he gasped for breath slightly as the immense Ghost Banner in his hand began to shrink slowly.
