After Wen Tingdao's sword cut down one ghost creature, he pressed his advantage, his surging sword force crashing like a tempestuous tide as he attacked the two remaining creatures with even greater ferocity.
The pressure on Jin Muhai dropped to less than half of what it had been. At that moment, Tang Zhan and Tang Lian were already struggling to fend for themselves. How could they still devote most of their effort to him?
The two ghost mantises spat out their Origin Beads. Driven to desperation, they began to fight for their lives.
But the three of them had been no match for their opponents together just moments ago, let alone now.
A surging tide formed from sword intent crashed in every direction. The low-rank ghost mantis, eagle-beak monsters were smashed to pieces, and everywhere the tide passed, their ranks were left scattered and broken.
Tang Zhan and Tang Lian looked around. Of the few remaining Primordial Spirit ghost-body cultivators from their clan, some were being held back by the dragons.
The rest were fleeing in panic under the pursuit of Wen Yan, the five-clawed golden dragon. There was no one who could stand against her and her allies.
Only a small portion of the low-rank ghost creatures were engaged with the dragons. Far more ghost mantis, eagle-beak monsters were now rushing at Wen Yan, Wen Tingdao, and the other powerful fighters under orders.
Wen Yan and Wen Tingdao were killing enemies at a staggering pace, but the resistance they faced was growing stronger and stronger. They had precious little time to take down formidable foes like Tang Zhan.
Still, seeing Wen Yan and Wen Tingdao fight with all their might greatly heartened the dragons of the secret realm.
They couldn't let their rescuers risk their lives while they cowered