Fang Xu's body was seen growing increasingly hazy, eventually merging completely into this patch of purple fire clouds and disappearing from sight.
"That's a decent trick indeed. Let's head over too, and not let Fellow Daoist Fang be swamped." A trace of surprise flashed across the Wine-Mad Immortal's eyes, after which his body flickered a few times and he also arrived at the spot where Fang Xu had just vanished.
Before the Wine-Mad Immortal could steady his footing, a shrill, piercing whistle rang out. The whistle carried an eerie fluctuation that made his state of mind sway uncontrollably.
Soul-Entrancing Bat Screech! The opponent has actually cultivated such a divine ability. Everyone be careful and do not get too close.
The Wine-Mad Immortal's expression changed drastically. Originally, he had sensed several king-grade ghost bats whose strength should have been ordinary, but he hadn't expected such a formidable one to be hidden among them.
Sure enough, before the Wine-Mad Immortal finished speaking, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes. He hastily lashed out with a palm, and immediately a huge, purple flaming hand manifested, causing the void to tremble violently. Even though it was a hasty strike, it still possessed considerable might.
However, the moment he struck, the Wine-Mad Immortal's heart skipped a beat—he had fallen for a trap!
Poof. The dark shadow was shattered by the flaming hand, yet the Wine-Mad Immortal felt no joy; instead, his heart sank heavily.
Almost the instant the dark shadow was shattered, dozens of claw shadows suddenly appeared from various directions around the Wine-Mad Immortal. For a time, they overwhelmed him, making it utterly impossible to fully block them.
The Wine-Mad Immortal was, after all, a Daluo Golden Immortal realm powerhouse. Seeing that the situation was bad, he immediately abandoned the thought of counterattacking, and