The mountain path was narrow, the woods deep and secluded, with no sign of human habitation anywhere around.
The slender hound raced ahead, while the Blood-Clad Guard riders pursued closely behind.
All of a sudden, the lean, agile hunting dog came to a stop. It lowered its head and sniffed at the ground, looking exceedingly restless.
Old Qiu, riding at the front, reined in his mount and frowned. "The scent's gone."
Demons were exceedingly cunning. Situations like this occurred often, and it was perfectly normal for a pursuit to end in vain.
Flutter, flutter!
Just as all four of them halted to inspect the area, an unusual sound suddenly came from the woods nearby.
A flock of startled birds rose from the dense forest.
This sudden development inevitably drew everyone's attention.
Whoosh!
To everyone's utter surprise, the instant their attention was diverted, a huge net suddenly descended from above!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At the same time, arrows shot out from the woods on both sides of the mountain path.
"Enemy attack!"
Old Qiu reacted with extraordinary speed. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he glared furiously and shouted, drawing the Wild Goose Feather Saber at his side with a backhanded motion.
But compared to Wang Chen, who rode at the rear of the group, he was still a step too slow.
The instant the startled birds took flight, Wang Chen had already keenly sensed the danger.
Without hesitation, he reached into the leather pouch hanging from his saddle and grabbed a bundle of short rods.
With a hard flick of his right hand, the seven short sections instantly unfolded, locking together ring by ring to form a long spear!
This collapsible Seven Feather Spear had come from the Ling Family's secret treasury. After learning the Prairie Fire Spear Technique