A string of rapid notes sounded from Chi Yuyin’s mouth, as if a real elf was singing.

Chi Su then frantically produced some seeds from the wolf teeth club, handing them to the shortest Fiend Clan member Chi Shan.

Chi Shan’s green hair began to flutter crazily behind her. There were even streams of air that began to rush outwards from her surroundings like sharp swords.

Stalks of black iron colored thistles and thorns that looked like steel began to grow out from the ground. In a breath of time, they already grew to the height of two people.

Lin Xi’s brows furrowed.

Just from the soul force that rippled from Chi Shan’s body, he could sense that this seemingly most petite, extremely delicate Fiend Race young lady’s cultivation was actually even above his, a cultivator who was already close to the late stage of State Master level. Only, Nangong Weiyang already released her sword just now, so there was no way these Fiend Race cultivators didn’t know Nangong Weiyang was a sword controlling Sacred Expert. He didn’t feel like these three Water Ghost Spiders and the Green Radish Spirits were enough for these Fiend Race cultivators to be nervous to this degree.

What even more so made him feel that reality wasn’t this...