"It seems Daoist You has encountered trouble. But there are only two spellcasters; let's all strike together!" Nanlong Hou said decisively, his body transforming into a ball of golden light and soaring into the sky.
The others exchanged glances and, without any objections, also revealed themselves.
Instantly, eight beams of different colored lights rose from the hill, quickly moving to intercept the white streak rushing toward them.
The original white streak, seeing this scene, immediately sped up, arriving in front of Han Li and the others in the blink of an eye. The light dimmed, revealing the cold-faced cultivator named You.
His face was somewhat pale, indicating some loss of vitality.
"Thank you, fellow Daoists, for coming to my aid. I am deeply grateful!" The cold-faced cultivator clasped his hands, his anxious expression disappearing, replaced by a hint of gratitude.
"It's nothing! Are you alright, Daoist? How did two spellcasters end up chasing you? I recall there was only one initially," Nanlong Hou asked with apparent concern, his figure also stopping in mid-air.
"No worries. I fought with the first one for most of the day, but when another came to assist, I had to lead them around for two days and nights, which drained my vitality a bit!" The cold-faced cultivator said with a bitter smile, a trace of helplessness in his tone.
"That explains why you fled. Facing two spellcasters of the same rank, all of us except Nanlong Hou and Daoist Yun would have to avoid the confrontation as well," the old woman sighed.
"But those two pursuers are quite bold. Even now, they show no sign of retreating. Do they really intend to challenge us?" Han Li glanced into the distance and suddenly chuckled.
Without Han Li pointing it out, the others had already noticed.
The two spellcasters, seeing Han Li and the others reveal themselves, halted far away but did not flee. Instead, they coldly observed them.
With their powerful spiritual senses, Han Li and the others clearly saw the appearance of the two spellcasters: one had a golden face, wore a feathered crown, and a hemp robe; the other had a fierce appearance, dressed in green robes. Both were at the early Nascent Soul stage.
Nanlong Hou snorted and coldly said to the two spellcasters:
"You two, still not leaving? Do you really want us to strike? Aren't you afraid of being completely annihilated here?"
Nanlong Hou's words were full of menace.
"What arrogance! Although we can't defeat you, saying you can destroy us is too much. We won't fight head-on; we only need to delay you for half a day. Do you think you'll still have a chance to leave then? You'd better surrender now. Maybe our master will let you reincarnate!" The feathered-crown spellcaster retorted sharply, his eyes flipping disdainfully.
"Delay us for half a day? Do you think we're made of mud?" Nanlong Hou laughed angrily, his body radiating blinding golden light.
"Maybe not, maybe so! Since so many high-level cultivators have come to the Mulan Prairie, as hosts, we must entertain you properly!" The green-robed spellcaster said expressionlessly.
"Hmph! It seems you two won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Brother Yun, let's do it!" Nanlong Hou's face darkened. He turned to the white-robed elder and said indifferently.
The white-robed elder showed a hint of helplessness.
"I wanted to conserve some energy before the main task, but we can't let these two follow us. We have no choice but to act!" The elder sighed.
