Hou Xuan was truly shocked.
He had a good relationship with the people from the Huangling Sect, having seen masters of martial arts and magicians perform spells, all within his understanding.
But these Twelve Primordial Spirits before him were on a completely different level.
Summoning Poison Bees, firearms, spells, martial arts...
All these forces combined, wielding such power!
Sha Lifei and the others naturally paid no attention to Hou Xuan, swiftly dispersing, picking up the spoils of war, and searching for survivors.
The spoils needed no discussion.
Two Divine Fire Guns, all crafted from spiritual materials, were worth a high price even if they didn't use them.
And they did capture one living person.
"Kill...kill me!"
A middle-aged man was dug out from a mound of dirt, covered in snow and mud, with a gash in his abdomen, blood oozing out in streams.
His internal organs were damaged, clearly not long for this world.
