"stop!"

Just as the sword was about to strike, a shout suddenly came from the horizon.

This shout was no ordinary shout; it was powerful and full of energy, accompanied by the release of magical power, which shook the rain clouds in the sky.

The rain stopped the instant the sound disappeared.

This shout made Fang Tianzhi's heart tremble, and he put down his sword.

He could sense that the person who spoke was a highly skilled cultivator.

At least those at the same level as him were cultivators at the Dao Integration Realm, all of whom were already powerful figures who had touched the edge of the Great Dao.

Fang Tianzhi was quite displeased that the sacrificial ritual was interrupted.

Although he was annoyed, he couldn't lose his temper this time, because the person who came was a cultivator of the same cultivation level as him.

Why are you disturbing my cultivation?

Fang Tianzhi asked the heavens.

Then the rain clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and three figures were revealed.

One was a tall, strong man, wearing a suit of armor and with two huge bull horns on his head.

The other person looked like a handsome young man, dressed in white and free of dust.

The last person was rather peculiar. He was draped in a black cloak, his face completely covered by the hood, and his aura was concealed without any distinguishing features. The only distinguishing feature was a golden bell tied to his hand.

Fang Tianzhi glanced at the three people in the sky, and the relaxed and smug look on his face disappeared, replaced by a furrowed brow.

Wu Er remained standing there, motionless, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

"Did you do this?"

The burly man with bull horns on his head surveyed his surroundings and made a deep, muffled sound.

This voice made Fang Tianzhi uneasy, so instead of answering the question, he asked, "May I ask your name?"

The burly man with bull horns snorted and said, "Name? I am Niu Lan, just a demon king from the Eastern Wilderness."