"Or what else could it be?"
Tingtian Ao looked back at Li Xuan: "The master's plan is to have you leave the city and head west—"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Xuan clasped his hands and bowed to Tingtian Ao: "Brother Ao, I'm afraid I can't handle this. We will meet again; both you and I should take good care!"
As he said this, Li Xuan began to disperse his Zhenyuan, while twisting his waist to the left and right.
He had been observing those evil spirits, considering how they managed to flee from this realm. Now, he was mimicking their actions, following their example.
Having him, a third house level Wu cultivator, leave the city in such circumstances, seemed a joke to Li Xuan! Any demon among the demonic army could easily crush him.
He is not Zhao Zilong of Chang Mountain who can fight through the army seven times.
