"Ah... a high-grade magical artifact! It's a high-grade magical artifact designed to counter us demon cultivators!"
The demon cultivator Dongli was sent flying by that golden light, crashing down and kicking up a cloud of stone and dust, accompanied by his shrill screams filled with fear and agony.
Halfway up the mountain, where Dongli crashed, the bushes snapped and were flattened extensively.
The pervasive dust settled slowly, finally revealing a young man with ragged clothes and long hair.
This man was Dongli!
His black robe was shattered into pieces, turning into scraps of cloth.
Dongli's complexion was sickly pale, and his mouth was dripping with fresh blood; his trembling body was also covered in wounds.
His gloomy eyes were fixed on the dark gold mirror in Shen Guyan's hand, full of fear.
Struggling to stand up, he swayed unsteadily, and then, with a spurt, he vomited another mouthful of blood and had no choice but to lean on a large rock.