"Fang Yan, what should we do?" Wang Chang frowned as he looked at the thirty to forty Human Immortal Realm powerhouses ahead. Both his and Fang Yan's strength were indeed formidable, but the sheer number of opponents posed a significant risk. If they fought head-on against so many, they risked everything. The Great Elder had previously advised that they could retreat.
"No worries, don't stress, just watch me," Fang Yan said nonchalantly. After speaking, he flew directly towards the Dust Snow Sect members and stopped a few hundred feet away from them.
"Are you the so-called bandits? Just the two of you dare to provoke the Dust Snow Sect?" An old man clad in a white robe, looking over a hundred years old, asked with a frown. He was Ancestor Zhenxue of the Dust Snow Sect. Recently, many raiders, powerful beyond measure, had appeared throughout the Lingtian Cultivation Realm, throwing everything into chaos, a fact well-noted by him.
"Scram!"
