"Ah, no! Li Mengzhi was actually killed by them! Fellow Daoist Jin, quickly release your two Spirit Birds, or you and I will die here in an instant!"
Seeing that the female cultivator surnamed Li, whose strength was no weaker than theirs, had been killed on the spot in barely a dozen breaths, the cultivator surnamed Ji could no longer suppress the terror in his heart. As he shouted, his figure swiftly dodged toward Middle-aged Jin.
Middle-aged Jin had two Iron Winged Eagles on him that had already reached the ninth level.
Although the Iron Winged Eagle was not the most powerful species among eagles, it was renowned among flying beasts for its incredible speed and ferocious temperament. Moreover, its name—Iron Winged Eagle—made it obvious how tough its body was.
The pair of Iron Winged Eagles on Middle-aged Jin had been passed down through his Lineage for generations.
Although Middle-aged Jin's own strength and methods were no weaker than those of other peak Ghost Lords, and he had the assistance of such powerful Spirit Birds, he had always been timid and afraid of trouble, rarely venturing into dangerous places.
When Elder Ji suddenly came running toward him, Middle-aged Jin immediately cursed him furiously in his heart.
This time, Middle-aged Jin had come with two cultivators of the same rank to capture and kill a mid-stage Ghost Lord. He had always believed it would be exceedingly easy. No matter how heaven-defying that mid-stage cultivator was, killing him under the combined assault of the three of them should not have been difficult.
Who would have thought that the moment the three of them reached their opponent, before they had even fully unleashed their attacks, one of them would be gravely wounded by a Puppet summoned by the other party? He himself had