"Now you want to rescue people? You should first think about how to save your own lives. Human cultivators, you are quite audacious, daring to infiltrate this place."
Dreary and dense Yin Qi surged from all directions like a tide, nearly a hundred resentful and malevolent presences appeared in the senses of these five prideful cultivators of Taoism. Among them, five were the most dominant, like mountains and seas, their spiritual pressure swept across, as if they were encased in amber, their every move arduous.
"Five Ghost Kings? Well, His Excellency the Ruler really holds us in high regard."
With a few drops of blood hanging on the corner of his lips, and an unnatural flush on his face, Xin Fu, a true disciple of the Floating Life Realm, forced a smile.
