Even deep within Lei Ze, already some distance from Central Valley, none of these people were at the Foundation Building stage. Those cultivating near the spirit veins were probably all trash Golden Core loose cultivators or outlaws, or maybe the slow-footed martial artists who couldn't fly, or perhaps those who had fought in the first wave, got injured, and couldn't advance any further.
Li Fan used his Divine Sense to perceive the aura and immediately targeted one of the injured who was alone, flying straight towards him.
The other party was also wearing a hood to conceal his identity, and it wasn't until Li Fan's sword light was right in front of his eyes that he reacted, realizing there was no escape. With a look of fear tinged with anger, he stared at Li Fan and spoke first.
"Fellow Daoist, I am not as skilled and failed to seize the opportunity. Now I just wish to recover and leave Lei Ze, so please, don't be ruthless!"
