But at the same time, this darkness was wiped out by a strange force.

All the power pressing on them was instantly reversed.

A horrifying voice rang in the void.

This dark night pressed towards a certain place at a terrifying speed, and instantly turned into a black dot.

puff!

In that black dot, there seemed to be a figure trying to break free, but it was instantly killed by terrifying power.

"ah!"

At the same time, the other three Nascent Soul monks in the sky also screamed.

The three Nascent Soul monks seemed to be severely injured at the same time, but they were not killed. They turned into three streams of lights and instantly escaped towards different directions. In other words, they disappeared directly from Wang Li's sight after a breathing time.

“…!”

Wang Li felt that he was almost scared.

The cultivator at the eighth level of Nascent Soul was like a god to him, but Mu Qingdan killed him really seemed to be easier than killing a chicken.
Chapter completed!