"Demon Language: Shadow!"
Seeing the monster take a step forward and swing a claw down at him, Zhang Yang could only release another core demonic language, transforming into a shadow and vanishing without a trace.
As expected, the monster's claw struck empty air. A trace of confusion appeared in its eyes, and it immediately turned to look for Qian Muyun. But that fellow was even slipperier than Zhang Yang. He had already pulled out his black corpse-wrapping cloth and draped it over himself, instantly disappearing from the monster's detection as well.
The situation was awkward for a moment.
The monster let out a deep, muffled growl and constantly flailed its claws around, darting back and forth with whooshing sounds like a flea.
This truly left Zhang Yang shaken.
The monster itself had no powerful spells, but it was astonishingly fast, its physical defenses extremely high, and its attack power even more terrifying. Even Zhang Yang's Triple Golden Sword could not heavily injure it, which meant it was fundamentally impossible to kill.
"Hey, do you have any ideas?"
Zhang Yang transformed into a shadow and came to Qian Muyun's position. The fellow was honestly staying in place beneath a corpse-wrapping cloth. It seemed that while this thing could block the enemy's search, unfortunately, it could not move.
"This is the Ghost Duke. The Demon Race refined it from corpses and ghost beings, and its entire body is made of Profound Gold. It's extremely difficult to fight, and it has powerful resistance to spells. Under normal circumstances, ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivators would have no way to deal with it. But you aren't an ordinary sword cultivator, and I'm not an ordinary celestial master. If the two of us join forces, we might have a fifty percent chance of killing it."
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