Finally and precisely landed on the body of a mid-Foundation Establishment Cultivator, making its body explode with a ābangā.
The remaining three powerful Martial Artists.
One drew a strange, semi-transparent green Treasure Sword like a winding green serpent, thrusting out sharp Sword Qi.
Another scattered intricately carved gold leaves; each leaf had a different trajectory but aimed at the cultivatorsā weak spots, causing a spray of blood upon contact.
Another charged forward barehanded, with soaring Qi-Blood, impervious to all methods.
Adding in the man with the astonishing Spear Technique and the extremely fierce Black-faced Man.
The five of them attacked together, and in just tens of breaths, they slew two more yellow-clothed men.
The manner of their deaths was almost identical, their bodies exploding like fireworks, even their Divine Souls couldnāt escape.
"Go quickly!"
"We canāt fight them head-on!"
"The depths of the prison are hard to connect with the outside world; we must hurry out to notify the others!"
Upon seeing this, the last three Yellow Springs Sect cultivators turned to flee without any thought of resistance, nearly dropping their armor in their utter defeat.
"Hahaha, what bullshit Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators, I crush them with one strike!" The Black-faced Man laughed wildly, wanting to continue the chase but was stopped by the others.
"Donāt chase them, killing them is of no use."
"This is the Yellow Springs Sectās stronghold, and now that weāve been exposed, we should leave quickly!"
The silver spear man and the others looked grim.
Even though they had killed several Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators, there was no joy in their eyes.
The main plan for coming here was not accomplished; they did not rescue the person they came to save, and this operation was essentially a failure.
"What about those few?"
The blue-clad youth who specialized in gold leaf weapons pointed at the remaining Yellow Springs Sect members, coldly asking.
"Kill them all." The silver spear man said coldly, without a trace of mercy.
"Spare us!"
Upon hearing this, the members of the Yellow Springs Sect shivered in despair.
"No, he cannot be killed!" The Black-faced Man pointed at one of them in opposition.
The man he pointed to appeared to be in his thirties, looked ordinary, with a cultivation only at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Cultivation, clearly Lou Yiās clone.
Seeing his companionsā displeasure, the Black-faced Man continued to emphasize, "I, Fang Xiaochui, never kill the innocent.
This person is not a villain, you cannot kill him!"
"Thereās no good bird that joins the Yellow Springs Sect!" A short, stout man with graying temples, looking about fifty years old, frowned.
Although he was not in good shape, he was the only sword expert among them.
His agile body technique and the semi-transparent, green Treasure Sword like a winding green serpent left a deep impression.
"Anyone who dares kill him, Iāll fight them!" The Black-faced Man flared up, standing in front of Lou Yi.
"Fine, kill the others and letās go." The silver spear man and the others, seeing this, did not want to argue with the Black-faced Man.
Amid flashes of sharp red Gang Qi, a series of screams echoed on the scene.
Except for Lou Yi, the rest of the Yellow Springs Sect members fell in pools of blood.
"Letās go." They were about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the Black-faced Manās eyes rolled, and he pointed at Lou Yi, offering a strange idea: "This person is currently good.
But staying in the Yellow Springs Sect for too long could turn him evil.
Since I saw him, I canāt let him take the wrong path, so why donāt we take him with us?"
Upon hearing this, the other four were dumbfounded.
However, the Black-faced Man was pleased with himself for proposing the idea, then turned to Lou Yi: "Kid, do you want to go with us?"
His eyes gleamed fiercely, as though if Lou Yi said ānoā, heād rush forward to kill him.
"Okay." Lou Yi found it amusing in his heart, nodding.
Although he hadnāt come into contact with Ancient Martial Cultivators, these people clearly came from an organization called the āTrue Martial Associationā, and perhaps he could gain something he wanted from them.
"What nonsense?"
"Fang Xiaochui, what are you doing?"
The other companions reprimanded angrily.
But the Black-faced Man ignored them, grabbing Lou Yiās clone by the shoulder and rushing towards the prisonās entrance.
"Forget it, let him be.
Heās just a low-level Qi Cultivator, canāt stir up any trouble." The silver spear man, obviously the leader, shook his head, somewhat helplessly.
"That annoying guy, always causing trouble, letās not bring him next time." The short, stout sword user voiced his dissatisfaction.
"What did you say, you damned fatty?" The Black-faced Man shouted back from mid-air.
"You damn..." The stout man fumed, his face reddening in anger.
If it werenāt for the current situation, heād definitely teach this guy a lesson.
The five surged with shocking red Gang Qi, speeding forward like arrows shot from a bowstring.
Seeing the prison gate approaching.
Suddenly, a shocking black wave from outside came at them like an ocean, with vast momentum, endless.
"Get lost!"
The silver spear man charged ahead, standing before his partners.
The silver spear stabbed forward like a dragon, a cluster of plum blossoms formed from starry points flying from the spear tip, charging into the black wave without yielding.
A single silver plum blossom could easily deal with a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
With so many now, the power was unimaginable.
But against the fierce black wave, the silver plum blossoms faltered like candles in the wind. After a brief struggle, all were drowned.