"What? You still don't want to surrender to us? If you don't surrender to us, then the only thing waiting for you is death!"
The ancient city lord and his companions were startled, holding their swords tightly and staring at the leader: "Good and evil cannot coexist! We are upright cultivators, how can we be in league with you evil cultivators!"
"That's right!" The monk surnamed Lei shouted in a deep voice, staring at them fiercely: "We don't know where you came from, but it's impossible for us to submit to your demon lord!"
Ruan Pingzhi stared at the demon cultivator and shouted, "We rarely see demon cultivators in Nevernight. Where on earth did you come from? What is your intention in trying to take over our major families?"
"Oh! You frogs in the well, how could you have heard of the mighty name of the Black Lotus Demon Lord? Now, my Lord wants to expand and has set his sights on this inconspicuous Nevernight City. It is your honor! Since you refuse to submit to me after I have tried to persuade you, I will have no choice but to kill you all!"
The demon cultivator's sinister voice fell, and he raised his hand, staring at the ancient city lord and others: "Don't leave any of them alive!"
"yes!"
As soon as the leading demon cultivator finished speaking, the twenty or so demon cultivators around him immediately rushed forward, and the cold sword energy attacked the few people in the middle. The spiritual energy on their bodies was carried with the black mist unique to demon cultivators. The sword blades swept across, the air flow surged, and the black mist also fluctuated in the air and surged upwards.
Feng Jiu came from afar, and when she looked at the black fog in the sky, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Demon cultivator?"
This place can be said to be an extremely remote place where no birds live. There is only daytime and no night all year round. Spiritual power is scarce. The cultivators here are not at a high level, and demon cultivators are even rarer. However, I didn't expect to see a demon cultivator with strength above the Nascent Soul stage here. It seems that he came from other places.
Perhaps they did not expect someone to come here, or perhaps they did not expect anyone to dare to approach here. The attention of those demon cultivators was on the ancient city lord and others at this time, so they did not notice Feng Jiu coming from a distance.
"I, I can't hold on any longer."
A Nascent Soul cultivator was panting, his face was pale, and his steps were disordered. He swung his sword to block the attack of a demon cultivator, and then he staggered and half-knelt on the ground, supported only by the sword in his hand.
The wounds on his body were so deep that the bones were visible. He had lost too much blood and his physical strength could not hold on. In addition, the demon cultivators were closing in step by step, and every move they made was deadly. It would be fine if the opponent's strength was equal to theirs, but some of them were even at the Nascent Soul stage and their strength was higher than theirs, so they had no chance of winning at all. Even if they tried their best, they would hardly have a chance of survival.
"Unless you want to die here! Otherwise, you have to hold on even if you can't!" Ruan Pingzhi swung his sword at a demon cultivator and protected his old friend who was half-kneeling on the ground.
The ancient city lord was fighting two demon cultivators alone. He was wounded almost every time they fought. He was retreating step by step, and his speed gradually slowed down. When he saw a sharp sword stabbing at his throat, the strong pressure suppressed him, so that he couldn't even react to resist at that moment. He could only watch the sharp sword stabbing at him and saw himself trapped in the desperate situation of death...