Even though these eight joined bodies of the Spirit Race have rare and valuable treasures for protection, under such close pressure from the Mahayana presence, they couldn't help but step back several steps simultaneously, a hint of fear appearing on their faces.
"Senior, calm your anger, we juniors had absolutely no such intention!" The white-horned elder was sweating profusely and hurriedly shouted.
However, Mo Jianli remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard, and his aura flickered, becoming even stronger than before.
This time, the eight joined Spirit Race members could no longer resist the spiritual pressure in front of them with their own cultivation, and the brilliant light of their treasures appeared simultaneously. Eight different rare and valuable treasure shadows emerged from their bodies to barely resist this extremely terrifying spiritual pressure.
Han Li focused his gaze and instantly saw these eight treasures clearly.
