The Yin Yang Devils rolled their eyes and the stench of corpses rose from their bodies. Suddenly, the two devils stood side by side, transforming into a gust of green wind that whistled through the air.
They were charging in the direction of the Moulan Holy Bird.
All of the cultivators heaved a sigh of relief. In the face of the monsters that were absorbing the blood essence of the living, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
The green wind that the devils had transformed into appeared to be slow, but its speed was extremely fast. However, it gradually faded away along the way and disappeared without a trace.
Astonishment appeared on the faces of the others, and they couldn't help but glance at the old man controlling the two corpses.
This person's expression was completely normal.
The other cultivators glanced at each other and calmed down.
