"Who's there?! Dare to meddle in the affairs of the Immortal Calamity Sect?!"
In an instant, the air grew heavy with a sharp and lethal aura, manifesting from seemingly nowhere. The leading black-robed cultivator, his expression fierce, shouted angrily into the void.
The four other black-robed figures, who had just been preparing to ensnare Immortal Chiling with their calamity-forged chains, were struck by an inexplicable unease. They immediately retreated into the distance, transforming into black wind and regrouping.
Immortal Chiling, cradling his unconscious junior sister in his arms, froze in shock. He had been prepared to sacrifice his life and unleash his ultimate technique, but this sudden turn of events left him stunned.