A Nascent Soul True Master died before their eyes, centuries of arduous cultivation dissipated in an instant. Even Lu Mei Niang was slightly lost in thought, almost caught in a barely discernible gray smoke ring. Fortunately, she reacted swiftly; as a Demon Cultivator, she could transform her form, immediately becoming a white-feathered Heron and swiftly flying away. The ropes tightened, but captured nothing.
Elder Shen sighed, sending forth talisman paper shrouded in faint Spirit Light to protect Xu Daoist's fleeing Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, still within the Demon Cloud, formidable enemies lay ahead. He had no time to spare for personal protection, and for the sake of the fellow Daoist, he could only do this much.
After the upper half of the Demon Sect Elder's body, slain by Xu Daoist, fell down, a wisp of light smoke escaped from the nostril, revealing the escape of his Primordial Spirit.
