Two other high-level magicians huddled together and whispered something, seemingly discussing how to break the formation.
After a moment, the two finished their discussion. The exceptionally tall magician swayed and, enveloped in a burst of green light, arrived beside the black-robed figure.
"Master Tianku, it seems it's starting. The formation here seems even more formidable than the previous one. And I've heard there are quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators here, so it might take some time," the Nascent Soul magician said with a smile, exceedingly polite.
"We don't need to take action first. They are about to come out. Let's see how the cultivators here fare before making a move," the black-robed cultivator shook his head. His voice was hoarse, harsh, and somewhat unclear, as if he had no tongue, making it extremely uncomfortable to listen to.
But as soon as these words were spoken, the thin and tall magician was startled, quickly looking towards the direction of the mist sea, apparently very convinced by the black-robed figure's words.
Sure enough, the mist sea, which had been motionless below, began to churn and roll violently. Suddenly splitting in two, it revealed a passage several dozen feet wide. Then, numerous beams of light shot out, circling above the mist sea, revealing several figures, including Han Li and others.
Under the suggestion of the bald man, this time they didn't bring any low-level cultivators. Apart from the two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Far Heaven Peak, there was only the Daoist from the Rushing Void Sect accompanying them.
After Han Li and the others settled down, Han Li's gaze swept over the large group of magicians above. The dozen or so leading magicians naturally caught his attention. Especially the sinister and eerie black-robed figure, which made Han Li's eyes shrink involuntarily.
The first impression this person gave him immediately reminded him of Xuan Bone, who had died at his hands.
Could it be that this person truly practiced ghost cultivation? Han Li's heart trembled, becoming vigilant.
Before the person possessed by Xuan Bone's soul. Also emitted a chilling Yin aura, full of ghostly energy. But there seemed to be some difference in the aura of this person. Han Li couldn't explain the specific difference for a while.
Just as Han Li and the others were watching above, the magicians there suddenly became restless. After a while, the magician entwined by the strange python transformed into a huge fireball and shot down.
Seeing this, the bald old man and the others all stared coldly without speaking. No one showed any panic.
As long as this magician wasn't deliberately seeking death, he wouldn't dare to take the initiative alone.
Indeed, under the unfriendly gaze of the cultivators, the huge fireball stopped at a height of fifty to sixty zhang above them. However, even from such a distance, the burning flames still made everyone frown, secretly shocked.
"I am Kuyao, the Great Master of the Fire Department. Now that you've come out, are you planning to test each other's abilities first? How do you plan to test? One-on-one, or a free-for-all regardless of numbers?" a faint figure in the fireball swayed a few times, and a thunderous voice suddenly came out, resonating as if it shook the nearby space, making the nearby cultivators' expressions change slightly.
"One-on-one. Life and death are up to fate," the bald old man stared at the figure in the fireball, his voice cold without hesitation.
"Haha! Good, this is exactly what this master wants. This master will be your first opponent. Who will go first?" the person in the fireball burst into laughter, shamelessly challenging.
