Small Space, Demon Spirit Sect
Ye Tian hid behind a rock, examining his palm.
The silver-white mist that was attached to it had already dissipated a lot.
He had used up a lot of his primeval essence to cast that ball of light just now in order to not be discovered.
Now, the silver-white color in his eyes was a little dimmer than before.
"In this state, even though we can prevent the Heaven Suppressing Spoon from falling into that person's hands."
"But I still have to find a place to hide."
Ye Tian muttered as he gathered the last of his True Qi and flew to the side.
In front of the house, Yao Wu brought Xiao Changtian to rest.
Yaoyao Ling also issued orders.
"Senior is the benefactor of the Demon God. Our benefactor encountered such a situation on the first day he came to our Demon Spirit Sect."
"You know what to do, right?"
Hearing Yaoyao Ling's words, the Demon Spirit Sect cultivators were filled with righteous indignation.