But they understood this situation perfectly well—and how could the people of Li Soul Valley not know it just as clearly?
Leaving aside the Ghost Emperor Haotian's treachery for the moment...
The other two old monsters had attacked precisely because they feared their tracks would be exposed and Peacock Fairy would flee at the first whisper of trouble. No matter what, he would never let the two Witchers go.
The palace-dressed woman cast out a spell seal, and the bloody aura on the silver hooks grew even thicker, foul enough to make anyone retch. They transformed into two giant pythons as thick as arms, spewing blood mist from their mouths as they charged to kill the two Witchers.
The bald big man let out a long howl. The wolf-tooth mace behind him swelled wildly in the wind; it had already been over thirty feet long, and under the urging of his secret art, it became like a colossal pillar propping up the heavens, thicker than a thousand-year-old ancient tree. Carrying a fierce gale, it swept down savagely toward the two Witchers.
Seeing that his companions had already made their moves, the Ghost Emperor Haotian naturally would not stay idle. A smug look flashed deep in his eyes. He raised his left hand, and a vast sheet of pitch-black mist flew from his sleeve, turning into a hideous ghost claw that, amid piercing shrieks, grabbed viciously down at the two people's heads.
With three old monsters joining hands, Yun Feng and his wife's situation was deeply worrying. Though they were also Witchers of the Nascent Soul Realm, they had, after all, only just advanced.
But in the present situation, there was no avoiding it. All they could do was fight to the death with everything they had.
Yun Feng's expression was