Ghostly imps hovered in the air, their eight bizarrely angled red eyes each pinning down eight individuals.
Leading the front were three female cultivators, one dressed in cyan, gentle as water; one in red, intense as fire; and one in white, her sanctity tinged with a hint of demonism.
Next were four male cultivators dressed in Daoist robes, all of them radiating a pure and divine light, with an immortal bearing. There was also an Azure Dragon, coiling its hundred-zhang long body, rotating a Treasure Bead by its mouth.
Together with Xiaozhai, these eight represented the pinnacle of combat power among earth's cultivators, enough to annihilate a great nation.
In such a dire situation, Yu Lanzhu, who had always remained hidden, no longer cared for discretion and came forward actively. The people from the Jade Emperor Hall were quite curious, but it was not the time to ask questions.
