"Over there...how did they get there so fast!"
In this moment of hesitation, the middle-aged female Cultivator came to her senses, her mouth filled with resentment, spat out an Ocher Nail!
Shoo!
A flash of gold light streaked across.
The Incense-burning Dao Cultivator who got struck by the Ocher nail did not look at the middle-aged female Cultivator, but stared in astonishment at the young Pan cultivator.
His eyes seemed filled with confusion, then the look in his eyes rapidly faded.
Although the middle-aged female Cultivator had killed her opponent, she looked pale, as if she was greatly drained.
She glared resentfully at the young Pan cultivator: "Pan Long, why were you so slow! If it hadn't been for your delay, I wouldn't have had to use that move!"
The young Pan cultivator glanced uneasily at the fallen Incense-burning Dao Cultivator on the ground, then managed to squeeze out a smile:
"My mana... didn't keep up..."
