The short-bearded old man's attack came in a flash, earth-shaking and thunderous. It was as if he had unleashed every treasure and secret technique at once, yet the powerful attacks launched by the four early Ghost Lord stage cultivators were intercepted one after another without exception.
Rong Qing and the other three had joined forces, and the power of their attack was by no means weak.
If it had been someone in the early Ghost Lord stage—or even an ordinary cultivator in the mid-Ghost Lord stage—facing the combined attack of the four, he would certainly have been torn apart and killed on the spot.
The fact that this short-bearded mid-Ghost Lord stage cultivator had three early Ghost Lord stage cultivators serving under him was enough to show that his strength was extraordinary.
Naturally, the four did not believe that a single wave of attacks could kill the mid-Ghost Lord stage cultivator before them. Thus, the moment they saw their attacks blocked, they drove their internal incantations without hesitation, intending to unleash powerful secret techniques again and kill the old mid-Ghost Lord stage man before them in the shortest time possible.
But before they could unleash their respective secret techniques, they suddenly saw a figure wrapped in thick black mist shoot toward the gap between Elder Li and the middle-aged Cultivator Yan, clearly intending to break through their blockade and flee.
"Hmph. You think you can leave now? It won't be that easy."
As the rapidly fleeing figure appeared, a cold snort rang out across the scene. Two attacks radiating enormous power suddenly flashed into existence and shot toward the figure. Their speed and timing had both been grasped to perfection.
One of the attacks was a strange python formed from pitch-black yin energy, while the other was an enormous blade