This woman was playing with fire, but she herself seemed rather confident. She brought her hands together before her chest, and from within that hurricane, countless white bones suddenly burst forth with a bleak rush, shrill wails rising as they swept toward her opponent.
Tens of thousands of vicious souls wrapped Peacock Fairy layer after layer, their momentum anything but trivial.
And with that slight delay, the bald big man also pounced close. The beast that was neither lion nor tiger opened its great maw and spat out a beam of light roughly ten feet across.
Ghost Emperor Haotian frowned. He did not want to clash head-on with Peacock Fairy, but falling behind would be far too conspicuous, so he turned his gaze toward Miao You at the side.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Two streaks of escaping light raced like wind and lightning, one ahead and one behind, chasing each other.
Needless to say, they were naturally Lin Xuan and Old Ancestor Hun Yuan.
Ever since stepping into the world of immortal cultivation, though Lin Xuan could not be said to calculate every plan without a single omission, he had always acted only after careful deliberation. Even when facing opponents stronger than himself, he could skillfully employ schemes. But this time, he had made a mistake. He had underestimated Old Ancestor Hun Yuan too much. He had originally thought that with his own divine abilities, capturing him alive would pose no difficulty, yet he had overlooked the fact that Old Ancestor Hun Yuan was likewise a dark-hearted and ruthless fellow.
To actually let the other party escape from his hands—this was something Lin Xuan absolutely could not tolerate.
Never look down on an opponent at any time. Even when a goshawk strikes a rabbit, it must go all