The Flying Rider Tribe was skilled in battle and fond of war. Although the silver-haired young man before them stood in an opposing camp, his fearless fighting spirit had already won over quite a few Flying Rider warriors. No matter how warlike they were, facing dozens of times their own number of enemies would inevitably stir some fear in their hearts.
"Looks like you still haven't learned from your last lesson." Lu Xiaotian's lips curled upward. He had not expected so many Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators among those who had come after him. They really never learned.
Meanwhile, the Flying Silver Corpse spat a gray-white ball of light at Wu Hong, the middle-aged cultivator leading the group. Primordial Spirit Ice Seal. It also spat out several clusters of emerald-green corpse fire.
Seeing the gray-white ball of light hurtling toward them at incredible speed, Wu Hong and the Foundation Establishment Late Stage warrior beside him each nocked arrows and drew their bows, shooting at it.
The result was naturally much the same as what had happened to the burly old man. Although they struck the gray-white ball of light, the attacks had little effect on it. After all, when the burly old man had died in battle, Wugu had only just returned, coinciding with the absence of both the clan chief and the young clan chief. The clan elders had also gone out to deal with those Golden Core Cultivators from the Wangyue Realm. After all, the Flying Rider Tribe was responsible for
Under the mobilization of the ugly cultivator Wu Bi, some members of the Wu clan still did not know the exact circumstances. They only knew that a silver-haired young man had killed many members of the Wu clan and rescued a heavily wounded Golden Core female cultivator.