Just when Li Zhirui and the others had lost all hope, a furious roar, like a thunderclap on a clear day, erupted beside everyone's ears, "You have some nerve, attacking members of the Li Clan!"
"Ren is back!" Li Zhirui excitedly looked up, but his line of sight was blocked by the loose cultivators; he couldn't see Li Shiren's situation at all.
"A Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"
"Run for it!"
It was unknown who led the way, but the loose cultivators, who had been attacking ferociously, stopped in an instant and fled into the distance without looking back.
"Ren, catch that cultivator with a Treasure Bead on his head, there's something strange about him!" Li Zhirui used mana to amplify his voice, hoping Li Shiren would hear him.
"Damn it!" The loose cultivator, hidden in the crowd and unable to get far because of the chaos, was very noticeable with the Treasure Bead on his head. By the time he wanted to retract it, Li Shiren's Divine Sense had already locked onto him.
