The Blood-Eyed Ghost Scythe Mantis and the Purple-Robed Skeleton were both scared witless. All their worst-case preparations had been made on the assumption that the Lotus Avatar would be blocked outside the formation.
Who could have expected the Lotus Avatar to break into the formation without damaging it? That had completely exceeded their expectations.
A sword shadow flashed and slashed straight toward the Blue-Soul Ghostwind Eagle, the fastest of them all.
"The enemy's true body isn't here. This is only a sword shadow. The three of us can join forces and destroy it."
The Blue-Winged Ghostwind Eagle cried out in terror, already regretting his loose mouth. Why had he provoked this old sword immortal just now? Otherwise, why would the enemy have singled him out for attack first?
Even if it was only a sword shadow, its might was far beyond what he could withstand alone. Only by dragging the Blood-Eyed Ghost Scythe Mantis and the Purple-Robed Copper Corpse into it could he have the slightest hope.
Husband and wife were birds from the same forest, yet when disaster struck, each flew away alone. The three of them were merely a temporary alliance, and all shared the thought that it was better for a fellow cultivator to die than oneself. Faced with the sword shadow cleaving through the void, they were terrified of avoiding it, let alone taking the initiative to counterattack.
Even if they could block a few of the enemy's strikes, or even withstand this sword shadow, who knew how far away the enemy's true body was? Every moment they delayed now meant boundless danger.
The Purple-Robed Copper Corpse and the Blood-Eyed Ghost Scythe Mantis fled in different directions without the slightest hesitation. Staying together in this situation was simply courting death. They could only see who could