The four warriors from the Northern Region regained their fighting spirit and surrounded Lin Bai once more.
Seeing this, Lin Bai's expression turned cold as well. The pressure weighing on his heart was immense—the four men before him were all top experts among the Northern Region's martial artists.
In the exchange just now, Lin Bai had intended to go all out, kill one of them first, reduce their numbers, and then defeat them one by one.
He had not expected that, at the critical moment, the short and thin warrior from the Corpse Refinement Sect would suddenly attack, drive the Corpse Demon into action, and send Lin Bai retreating while saving the Northern Region warriors.
Having missed that opportunity, Lin Bai knew that when the Northern Region warriors attacked him again, they would certainly not lower their guard. They would also go all out.
What followed would be a true clash between needle and wheat awn—a decisive battle!
"Lin Bai! Die!" The three burly men dressed in animal hides charged at Lin Bai from three directions. One wielded a saber, one carried a spear, and one clenched both fists.
The short and thin warrior from the Corpse Refinement Sect formed hand seals and muttered incantations. The Corpse Demon standing beside him let out a strange, "Hoh, hoh," growl, while black smoke surged from its seven orifices once more, billowing outward.
Saber aura crashed down toward the top of Lin Bai's head. The long spear lashed toward him like a divine dragon swinging its tail. The pair of fists seemed capable of shattering the stars, while the Corpse Demon's body was exceptionally tough, its twin claws as sharp as blades.
With the four Northern Region warriors joining forces, Lin Bai was beaten back step by step.
Several times, Lin Bai tried