The old man's action seemed to be a signal, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators who were still entangled in the fierce battle also suddenly deployed various incredible secret techniques. Some disappeared from the spot after a flash of white light, while others spat out their blood essence to transform into a strange blood red streak and flee. One by one, they were willing to suffer great losses to their base essence in their desperation to escape from their opponents.
A cold sneer, icy to the bone, emanated from mid-air, and the Golden Flood Dragon King's face briefly contorted with ferocity. With a single wave of his hand, a resounding clap of thunder followed, and a golden and silver streak of light shot out.
The demon had actually hurled his Golden Spear directly at the skinny old man with all his might.
The moment the streak of light was released, it mysteriously flashed and vanished into the void.
"Not good!"
