Some sharp-eyed demon cultivators noticed the arrival from the sky of the three from Lingyin Sect, Zhiwei and her companions.
The three young girls were all exceedingly beautiful, each with their own charm.
In this desperate situation, it further provoked the violent nature of these demon cultivators, who rushed up with grins:
"Hmm? Which sect brought these little girls here…"
"Those who block our way, die."
Zhiwei's eyes were cold as she formed a sword technique seal, and the Gourd Sword let out a clear and long cry.
"Swish—!"
A crescent moon-like azure Water Sword swept out, its sword qi like frost, cutting those charging demon cultivators in half at the waist!
"Don't waste spiritual power on these people, keep moving downward!"
Zhiwei sheathed her sword, glanced at the remaining demon cultivators who were scared out of their wits, and led her junior sister further inward.
