Two purple-robed youths sported identical faces and lean figures, though one's face was covered with purple-red mysterious patterns, while the other's was adorned with scarlet spirit patterns. Their pupils, serpentine and vertically elongated, flashed with an icy cold light.
"You killed him... now die," the two purple-robed youths said in unison after glancing over the mutilated corpse on the ground, their voices as chillingly cold as if they were one person.
As soon as their words ended, a deep purple aura thickened on the faces of the two youths. One of them opened his mouth to unleash a purple tornado, while the other spewed out a vast expanse of scarlet flames. In an instant, they intertwined, forming a massive pillar of wind and fire that surged skyward and bore down on their opponents.
Shocked, the two demon cultivators spun around in retreat, their demon blades cleaving through the air, sending seventeen or eighteen black blade lights slicing forward.