Slaying the Stubborn Enemy

If one looked closely at this golden web, one would immediately discover that the threads were actually enormous chessboards, one after another.

When these enormous chessboard webs came into contact with the Skeleton Ghosts, they instantly wrapped and bound them. The Skeleton Ghosts' bone blades hacked at the threads, yet they had to strike several times in succession before cutting through them.

Although the webs could be severed by the Skeleton Ghosts' bone blades, there were simply too many of them. Wave after wave, in only a moment, hundreds of Skeleton Ghosts were wrapped layer upon layer in golden webs, making it difficult for them to move even an inch.

Just as the Old Ancestor in White finished binding all the Skeleton Ghosts, the dense black mist enveloping him suddenly scattered like wind sweeping away clouds, vanishing without a trace.

As the dense black demonic mist dispersed, the hundreds of Skeleton Ghosts wrapped and bound by the webs also became like gas. Amid a series of crackling sounds, they suddenly disappeared.

The instant this scene appeared, the Old Ancestor in White and the others sensed that something was wrong. Their divine senses rapidly spread out, sweeping toward the surroundings.

What greatly infuriated the Old Ancestor in White was that there was no trace whatsoever of the Flying Sword Daoist. The Flying Sword Daoist had actually used the moment when he cast his secret technique to flee.

Even after a careful search, they failed to discover the slightest trace of the Flying Sword Daoist. The Old Ancestor in White had no idea what secret technique the other party had used to escape.

"Flying Sword Fellow Daoist, what marvelous skill. You actually vanished without a trace right under this old man's nose. However, although you managed to escape, your fellow disciples will