Fortunately, Li Zhirui was always cautious. He had left early and, upon seeing that group of Demon Cultivators, he had managed to buy himself more time.
"Ancestor…"
"Don't talk! Just follow me!" Li Zhirui commanded sternly with a cold expression.
The four individuals with lower cultivation levels had no idea what was happening and felt his anger was oddly intense, but they dared not speak again, bowing their heads and closely following behind him, though dissatisfaction grew in their hearts.
It wasn't until the warning bells of Xuanfa State resounded in all directions, with the approaching dark clouds that had no visible end, that the overpowering sensation of suffocation hit them.
The members of the Li family, initially indifferent and even somewhat resentful, trembled uncontrollably at the sight and were at a loss for words.
They dared not imagine what their fate would have been had they stayed at the auction house!
