*Clap*
A clap echoed in the cave as the bald monk closed his hands and two large palms formed and tried to squish one of the enemies.
"Help!"
The man shouted desperately, and Ethan, the high Nascent Soul disciple, came to his aid and blocked one of the palms. He found out he needed to exert some effort for it.
'Strong!'
Ethan was shocked by the revelation. He was an elite from a top sect, yet he had felt pressure while blocking half an attack from someone that was two sub-stages under him.
The other disciple did his best to resist the other palm, and he managed to succeed with his best defenses, coming out of the ordeal with his arms slightly shaking from the pressure. Without noticing, their minds turned slightly agitated, a result of the Demonic Qi.
"AHH! Don't use the antidotes!"