Pfft! The burly old man was sent flying by Di Kun's direct collision, the bones in his body cracking in a chain of sharp snaps as a great mouthful of blood spewed from his lips.
"Fifth Brother, take Wulihan and the others and go—go, quickly!" the blood-soaked burly old man shouted in despair!
"Big Brother!" the only Foundation Establishment Late Stage flying-rider warrior still able to move roared. In his line of sight, Di Kun had already pounced forward again, slamming a claw into the burly old man's chest.
The burly old man's chest caved in at once. His body drifted helplessly downward through the violent force in the air, like a tattered sack.
"Wuli Han, wake up, all of you!" The only flying-rider warrior in the late stage had no time to grieve and looked toward the other members of his tribe.
A golden blade aura, carrying a hint of agility and mercilessness, swept across the sky in a graceful arc.
The four men and four eagles were cleaved in two by that single slash without putting up the slightest resistance.
"Go!" The two remaining flying-rider warriors farther from Lu Xiaotian suddenly came to their senses, but most of their companions had already spilled their blood across the sky. Even the strongest leader had died in battle. After the boundless rage came boundless fear. In the span of only a few breaths, the eight who had been intact moments ago had been reduced to the three of them, like startled birds fleeing a bowshot.
Hearing Wugu's cry, the three no longer hesitated. They wheeled their spirit eagles around and fled.
Wugu, a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, clutched his injured chest and looked back in grief, his eyes filled with hatred. Their tribe had suffered such enormous losses. No