Wang Jixuan leisurely glanced at the nearby Pillar Blade Beast brewing its offensive.
As well as the old spiritual cultivator named Al hidden within the Pillar Blade Beast.
Wang Jixuan stood motionless.
The Pillar Blade Beast thought it had found an opportunity, suddenly erupting with a spiritual impact, its tail shooting out dozens of ten-meter diameter crimson beams.
Wang Jixuan raised an eyebrow.
Using the Pillar Blade Beast to attack those sects' Mountain Protection Arrays is indeed a good choice.
Such an offensive has enough quantity but lacks accuracy and has no limitations, thus unable to form a significant threat.
Wang Jixuan's form flickered slightly, leaving a talisman in place.
And his figure had already appeared near the ground below.
Above the Daoist's head, beams of light dyed the sky red, while the spreading spiritual impact made the sky incredibly somber.
He didn't turn his head, only slowly raised the Long Spear clenched in his left hand.
