Hao Xuan looked surprised, “You know of the Yang Family?”
“A little…”
Hao Xuan nodded, “Yes, he is from the direct lineage of the Yang Family, learning the ancestral spear techniques of the Yang Family, and his cultivation is very strong…”
“The Qianzhou Cheng Family is on good terms with the Yang Family, Cheng Mo also knows Yang Qianjun.”
“This time we were on a mission to capture three Foundation Establishment Initial Stage Sin Cultivators, so we called him to join, moving as a group of five.”
“Oh.” Mo Hua nodded, then asked with some confusion,
“The five of you, you, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Yang Qianjun… who else?”
“Yi Li…” said Hao Xuan.
Mo Hua was stunned, “Yi Li… as in ‘Yi’ of the Elder Yi of Taoist Law?”
“Yes.” Hao Xuan looked around, not seeing Yi Li’s figure, and sighed,
“I don’t know how Yi Li is doing…”
“Either escaped, or… it’s likely bad news…”
Hao Xuan’s expression was very worried.
Mo Hua unleashed his Divine Sense, scanning the area, and suddenly pointed at a cultivator lying on the ground in the corner,
“Is that Yi Li?”
Hao Xuan followed the direction Mo Hua pointed, his expression stunned, then he nodded repeatedly:
“Yes, that’s Yi Li!”
Mo Hua then understood.
Surname Yi, a member of the Yi Family, surely a specialist in spells, a Spiritual Cultivator.
Such a melee was disadvantageous for spiritual cultivators.
Especially since they were outnumbered, it was easier to be targeted.
In this melee, being a spiritual cultivator, he was likely one of the first to be overwhelmed.
Fortunately, he had only fainted, and his life was not in immediate danger.
But after a while, that might change…
Mo Hua observed the situation again.
These black-clothed cultivators had solid foundations; if Mo Hua wasn’t mistaken, they were likely from influential families.
This meant that Cheng Mo’s group of three might not hold on for much longer.
The three of them, under the nine attackers, were becoming slower in their movements and the flow of their Spiritual Power was gradually delaying, clearly all struggling desperately.