What a pity. He had been a prominent figure among Loose Cultivators, perhaps even the patriarch of some minor family or the elder of a Marketplace.
But now… corrosive demonic markings crawled over his entire body, his Divine Sense collapsed, and in the end, his Flesh Body melted away.
Qin Xuan shook his head, not daring to linger. Sheltered by the barrier of light from his Mystic Turtle Sword Talisman, he cautiously pressed forward.
His gaze swept across the surroundings, taking in the various methods the other Purple Mansion Cultivators were using to fend off the Demonic Qi.
Not far off, several disciples from the Cyan Cloud Sect were the most eye-catching.
The male cultivator in the lead was tall and handsome. With his hands forming a seal, his body was enveloped in a solid layer of cyan light, like a personal cloud that steadily kept the Demonic Qi at bay.
