Trapped

Ungodly amounts of Saint Qi gathered around us as the Corpse was forced onto its knees.

One could clearly see the indignation, disbelief and complete madness in the eyes of the Corpse as it was being refined by someone far below his cultivation level.

As for the Poison God Cultivator, -The other one, not me- madness was clear on his eyes as he was enjoying what was happening.

'I have one shot at this, I can't act now,' I muttered to myself as I was looking at what was happening.

One of the cultivators presents though thought otherwise. It was one of the beast people, he seemed to have some sort of ability to stand under this immense pressure that was forcing everyone to their knees and swung a sword as fast as possible towards the Poison God cultivator.

It happened in a flash, the sword that was going to pierce the cultivator was caught using two fingers and then swung back, pinned into the head of the beast clan member.