My strength had been greatly depleted, but with the middle-aged man occupied by Bei Hu Yun's master, I grabbed Bei Hu Yun and flashed away. The Gathering Immortals Basin soon followed, though its speed still seemed inferior to mine when I was fleeing for my life!
"Master!" Only when Bei Hu Yun let out a soft cry did I turn my gaze back toward the battlefield.
A shadow wreathed in black smoke, a sword seemingly formed from a mass of ink clouds, and a flowing dress that looked as if it were made of tangible immortal aura—these formed the image of Bei Hu Yun's master, who had just crossed swords with the middle-aged man. This bizarre scene was still unfolding!
The womanly image of the female master was steeped in ghostly terror, and even the aura radiating from her sword gleamed with icy menace. The middle-aged man had crossed swords with her, yet his brows remained tightly furrowed, as though he still could not discern her identity!
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
"Guangru, it's been a long time." The female ghost's voice trembled, like that of an old ghost hag crawling out of the Nine Hells. It sent chills through anyone who heard it.
The middle-aged man frowned, then closed his eyes, seemingly struggling to recall something. Taking advantage of that moment, the old ghost hag had no intention of giving him even the slightest opening to ponder. Instead, she unleashed a barrage of attacks with sword speed beyond imagination, striking her opponent in a frenzy!
Yet with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man remained completely at ease. Although Sword Qi blasted away the edges of his clothes several times, they were only the edges. Hitting his flesh still seemed to be a long way off!
"Heh