Outside the Spiritual Qi Storm.
Daoist Que Yue and two others hovered at the edge of the vast pit, swinging their hands to release bursts of Spiritual Pressure airflow, forming fierce winds that kept the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect at bay.
"We are here, and that is enough. Disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, please step back. We, too, are from sects of the Immortal Evil Alliance and will surely seek justice for your sect!"
A lady of high status, holding a white paper umbrella, spoke with a stern voice.
"This is an internal dispute within our sect, Madame Yuling, is this really appropriate?" the Vice Sect Leader, an elder, suppressed his anger as he spoke in a low tone.
"Not appropriate? Do you really have the strength to intercept that outlandish fiend?" The lady scanned him with a cold glance, her gaze as bone-piercing as ice, and one could faintly see the blue mist flowing in her pupils, strangely eerie.
