He Li's figure had disappeared before they realized it.
"Thump-"
"Clang!"
Almost simultaneously, the techniques and charms used by Zhou Yunji and the others, who had appeared, hit nothing but empty air.
"Where has he gone?" asked Yang Lan, caught by surprise.
Just as she was mulling over it, she felt a sudden chill sent a shudder through her body.
A black demon mask appeared behind her, and an eerie transparent ghost hand was about to pierce her back.
But just then, the ghostly hand trembled, and a painful grunt echoed from behind.
"Who? Who dares to use my Soul Devouring Sect's specialised Divine Sense attack technique?"
The moment he felt the intense pain of his Spirit, He Li quickly became highly alert.
The female cultivator in front of him was startled and flew forward to avoid the attack, magic artifacts, and talisman charms all lashed out at him simultaneously.
He Li was about to make a hasty retreat, but he felt his lower body suddenly stiffen, out of his control.
