Under Luo Zheng's leadership, everyone traveled along a downward parabola.
Although they avoided those exploding black Strange Birds, they drew ever closer to the ground.
After half an incense stick's time, they were already skimming just above the ground, while those black Strange Birds once again loomed over everyone's heads like grim reapers.
"Burrow underground!" someone suggested.
"Burrowing underground would be courting death!" someone immediately objected.
Their speed underground would be extremely slow. By the time they dug out a tunnel, just a few black birds falling into it would be enough to kill everyone inside. It would be nothing more than digging their own graves.
"Let's fight!"
"Kill all these feathered beasts!"
The Sword Cultivators also went berserk. Their sharp swords flashed, streaks of sword light weaving together in the air and forming layer upon layer of dense nets.
The black Strange Birds in the "dark cloud" suffered countless casualties in an instant.
But as long as even one black bird slipped through the net, the instant it exploded after passing through the sword net, it would devour the lives of several people.
The thousand-strong group was rapidly dwindling. In the space of just a few breaths, fully thirty percent of them had fallen!
Luo Zheng skimmed close to the ground, stepped onto a rock ahead, and suddenly kicked off. His entire body flipped into the air as fine white cold light surged around him.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
With a single sword strike, hundreds of black Strange Birds seemed to have perished.
Yet compared to the entire dark cloud, that was but a drop in the ocean!
"Caw!"
A black Strange Bird happened to slip down through a gap, landing beside Luo Zheng.
Sensing the might the bird was gathering, Luo Zheng charged toward the opposite side without