"Seems quite resilient."
Lin Fan shook his head without worry. The reason he stepped in was to prevent Ling Yuan City from being affected.
Now, the funds for his and little Wei An's living expenses have been secured.
There's no need to think too much about it.
…
In a distant direction.
The Blood Demon Ancestor felt a shock in his heart.
"Wang He's life token shattered."
The Blood Demon Ancestor's face was sullen. Wang He was his ninth disciple, with late-stage Core Formation cultivation, and possessed two Demon Treasures that he had bestowed. Among the Core Formation realm, he had few rivals, and even against a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could hold his own for a few moves.
"Near Fengyang Mountain, close to Ling Yuan City, who on earth killed him? It seems Ling Yuan City doesn't even have a Nascent Soul cultivator."
As the Blood Demon Ancestor pondered, several demonic cultivators entered, both men and women, all direct disciples of the Blood Demon Ancestor.
