"Enemy reinforcements are almost here. We can't afford a reckless battle. We must take them down quickly." The leading masked black-robed man flipped his hand, and a primitive-looking, crystal-red longbow appeared. His voice sounded like a broken clay pot—rough and terribly grating.
The masked black-robed leader drew the longbow, and a long fire-element arrow trailing a flame several yards long shot toward Yuan Jing, chasing the wind and racing the moon. Its momentum was utterly terrifying.
"Brother Jing, you deal with these masked black-robed men. Leave the man in the yellow headscarf and the Ye Family cultivators to me." When Muye Yiren saw the powerful enemies reappear, her lovely face paled slightly. She activated the purple gourd in her hand again, and its body swelled several times larger. Lightning coiled around the gourd's mouth. Inside, purple yin cottony thunder rumbled, and flashes of lightning sent bolt after bolt crashing toward the Ye Family cultivators and the man in the yellow headscarf.
"You think you can take on three people by yourself? What a fool's dream." Although one of the Ye Family cultivators had suffered severe injuries, he could still count as a combatant.
The man in the yellow headscarf was puzzled about where these masked black-robed men had come from and knew even less about their background. However, the enemy of one's enemy was a friend. Since they shared a common enemy now, they naturally had to join forces against them.
Yuan Jing had already activated the Guiding Spirit Pearl. The enemy reinforcements could arrive at any moment, so he naturally could no longer hold back.
The man in the yellow headscarf immediately brought out a pair of golden and silver spheres the size of sea bowls. These spheres had been crafted from wind gold and wind silver that he