"Master?"
When Little White called for help, all three enemies froze for a moment before their killing intent surged!
This woman was not alone after all!
The three exchanged glances, then tacitly spread apart, forming a triangular encirclement around Little White.
Naturally, Little White would not sit still and await death. As she retreated at top speed, her body transformed into countless ghostly shadows.
"So, she is a Ghost Cultivator."
Demon Monk Kong Chan was briefly surprised, then produced a divination-stick cylinder and casually flicked it.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless spirit sticks flew from the bamboo cylinder, turning into streaks of gleaming light that shot toward the ghostly shadows.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
A series of bursting sounds rang out. The countless ghostly shadows from before were all shattered, revealing Little White's true body hidden among them.
In her panic, Little White gave a sharp cry and struck a palm to the side.
Amid flashing light, a large blue palm met hers head-on.
When the two collided, Little White was weaker by a notch and was forced to halt.
Shark Emperor Liu Jun withdrew his hand and clicked his tongue in praise. "To take one of my palms head-on with a ghostly body—this female Ghost Cultivator is indeed remarkable. But this is as far as she goes."
In his line of sight, a green evasive light suddenly emerged behind Little White, transforming in an instant into tens of thousands of sharp arrows of grass and wood.
Taisui snorted coldly and pointed a finger.
The tens of thousands of grass-and-wood arrows converged into one, firing in a concentrated barrage at Little White.
Faced with this scene, Little White's face turned ashen. With her strength, she could barely hold out for a moment even against a Late Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.
Yet among