The old man surnamed Wei had naturally studied the female cultivator before him closely ever since he had been defeated by her. He knew that her secret arts contained extremely potent poison. As long as one came into contact with even the slightest trace, one would surely be grievously poisoned.
Now that he saw an enormous black sphere of mist hurtling down over him, how could he not be alarmed? Just smelling that foul, fishy stench was enough to make his head spin violently.
He had no time to cast another powerful secret art. With a shout, his body shot backward, hoping to evade the female cultivator's attack.
The other cultivator was likewise horrified. His expression changed drastically as his body blurred, and he retreated rapidly into the distance.
The two moved with astonishing speed. For peak Ghost Commanders to possess such reactions was already remarkable. Even Qin Fengming, hidden nearby, felt a trace of admiration. It was clear that the two had also survived countless bloody battles.
Although Ghost Commander cultivators all possessed some powerful secret arts, casting them required condensing magical power and chanting complex incantations. They could not compare with the instantaneous casting of Ghost Lord cultivators.
That was because, in terms of purity, the magical power within Ghost Commander cultivators was still far from reaching the level required to activate secret arts. They had to make up for that lack of purity with vast quantities of magical power, which naturally required more time to prepare.
"Hee hee hee, trying to run? How naive."
Following a string of giggles, a strange hissing suddenly sounded from within the enormous sphere of mist that nearly blotted out the sky. Two black pythons as thick as barrels shot out and pounced toward the old man surnamed Wei and Cultivator Wang.