Zhang Jiang looked at the scene before him in shock.
He had not never seen cultivators before. The people who had arranged for them to enter that haunted place were cultivators from the Imperial Capital.
Even those cultivators from the Imperial Capital, when faced with the water monster, were easily devoured by the massive ghost fog and evil spirits.
Yet the sword that had just appeared before their eyes had not only killed the evil spirit wandering souls, but the powerful sword momentum had also torn a several hundred meters long wound into the entire water monster.
The surrounding ghost fog was completely dispersed, and the sensation of life force being sapped had receded; at last, the two of them could feel vitality returning to their bodies, with a hint of color finally appearing on their pale faces.
At that moment, a youth dressed in white vestment robes with an ethereal air descended from the sky, followed by a stunning silver-haired woman and a young man exuding nobility.
