"If my methods were too ordinary, wouldn't that be doing you two a disservice?" Luo Qian gave a cold snort. The Netherlight Thunder Purpleflame Spear trembled, abruptly transforming into more than a dozen qilin wreathed in nether thunder and wrapped in blazing flames. They charged in all directions, forcing back the surging waves of filthy netherwater and carving out enough space for him. These two ghostly creatures were no weaklings. Even though he had prepared in advance, he had only managed to seize the opportunity to injure the skeleton general. Killing him would still be no easy task.
As for that ghostly creature Yuzhong, he was even more cautious. The moment he sensed that something was amiss, he had already fled into the waves of filthy netherwater. With Luo Qian's abilities, he could only choose the nearby skeleton general as his breakthrough point.
"Your divine ability probably can't be used freely over long distances. Trapped inside this grand formation, even if you had three heads and six arms, you'd still find it difficult to escape!" The skeleton general seethed with rage. He had thought that, with the advantage of plotting against the unsuspecting, he could smoothly deal with Luo Qian and obtain the ghost-path treasures on him. Instead, Luo Qian had turned the tables on him. Not only had he gained nothing, he had even been wounded by Luo Qian. Though his reactions had been quick enough to keep the attack from striking a vital point, taking a shot from the other party had still left him suffering waves of tearing pain as nether thunder and purple flames interwove within his body.
He had to deal with Luo Qian as quickly as possible. Otherwise, if this dragged on and his injuries worsened, even if he ultimately killed Luo Qian, he