The Scorpion-Wolf Ghost King no longer had even a shred of the confidence befitting a mid-stage Ghost King. His most mysterious attack was difficult even for a great cultivator to detect, and he had once used it to injure a late-stage Ghost King. But beneath the silver-haired human's eyes, it was nothing but a joke. If only he had known, he would never have clung to even a sliver of hope.
The Scorpion-Wolf Ghost King seethed with hatred. He could no longer afford to care that the Scorpion-Wolf Shadowless Needles, his trump card, were being held back by the Brahma Rakshasa True Flame and could not be recalled for the moment. If he did not flee now, he would lose not only a formidable ghost artifact, but his life as well.
The Scorpion-Wolf Ghost King let out a shrill cry. Since his whereabouts had been exposed, there was no point in hiding anymore. A wisp of smoke rose from his nearly transparent body as his speed surged. He did not head for the shell trapped in the Fire-and-Thunder Domain, but for the scorpion tail still locked in fierce battle with the Misty Sword Formation.
Whether it was the wolf head or the scorpion tail, either could house his Primordial Spirit. Losing one would greatly diminish his strength, but it would not be fatal. Defeating Lu Xiaotian had become a pipe dream; all the Scorpion-Wolf Ghost King wanted now was to survive.
But just as the Scorpion-Wolf Ghost King tried to rejoin the scorpion tail, several wispy sword lights slashed toward him, nearly scaring his soul out of his body. He hurriedly dodged, only then realizing that the Misty Sword Formation had already suppressed the scorpion tail and sealed off the surrounding space. To rejoin it, he first had to break