At this moment, Yun Yao, her face covered with a black veil, exuded the terrifying pressure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, wielding the Cold Spear.
"Scram!"
Yun Yao's cold voice echoed, demonstrating the power of a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, far from being threatened by a few early-stage cultivators joining forces.
A terrifying killing intent was spreading.
Meanwhile, Lin Chang'an, who also took action, had all his attention stolen, yet he showed no dissatisfaction, instead coldly staring at Qin Feng.
"Tsk tsk, old Qin, look at you, how did you end up sitting on the ground?"
As Yun Yao and Lin Chang'an took action, Old Hu didn't lag behind, teasing with a smile, but had already drawn out a broad blade in his hand.
The threat was very clear.
"Old Qin, I've told you long ago, Foundation Establishment cultivators are also classified, and it's not about numbers making them strong."
