Under the beating of Little Fire Crow's wings, streaks of cyan-white flame pillars plunged from the skies with extraordinary momentum. Yet most of them were merely for show, their lethality close to none. However, a few that truly carried the Brahma True Fire would result in certain death or severe injury for any ghoul touched by them. The Brahma True Fire was a spiritual fire that even late-stage Ghost Kings feared immensely, let alone when wielded by Little Fire Crow.
This fellow seemed to dislike this kind of all-bark-no-bite display earlier, but it certainly learned fast. Lu Xiaotian smiled as he watched. He had used illusion mirrors to create phantoms, whereas Little Fire Crow had mastered the control of spiritual fire to the absolute limit, making it hard for these ghouls to distinguish the real from the fake.
After taking out dozens of Ghost Kings in one fell swoop and releasing Little Fire Crow, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng did not meddle further in the chaotic battle before them. Instead, they flew toward the location where the eighteen golden men and Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord were already fighting at a considerable distance.
Seeing Lu Xiaotian's ferocity, the green-armored skeleton naturally did not take the initiative to provoke him, retreating with the preoccupied Su Qing into the rolling giant bone wheels.
With a hum, the eighteen golden men each hurled the long sabers in their hands. The eighteen long sabers formed a huge saber wheel in midair, spinning at high speed as they slashed fiercely toward the distant Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord.
Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's body flickered, and amidst the surging ghost Qi, three identical figures appeared. Yet that huge saber wheel headed straight for the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord on the left without the slightest hesitation.
"Dammit, this kind