The ghost talismans transformed into blue-violet mantis-beaked eagles, each with an extra mouthful of sharp fangs compared to ordinary ghost beasts.
These talisman beasts repeatedly charged out to surround Wen Yan, who had transformed into her true five-clawed golden dragon form. Whenever they suffered serious injuries, they would retreat into the ghost talismans and disappear.
A moment later, they would charge out again, fully recovered. For a time, Wen Yan struggled against them but could do nothing.
Wen Tingdao was also being suppressed by two formidable enemies. A sky-filling barrage of sharp mantis-arm shadows slashed toward him, clashing fiercely with his Sword Qi without pause.
Wen Tingdao's sword intent had been forced into a relatively narrow area.
The two were temporarily at a disadvantage, but not yet in danger of defeat. Even so, both Wen Yan and Wen Tingdao were deeply worried.
The two of them could still hold on, but Jin Muhai and the others had been worn down by prolonged fighting and were already injured. Their situation was even worse.
The more than ten thousand dragon soldiers fighting the ghost-hall mantis-beaked monsters assigned to intercept them had gained a slight advantage, but they were still nowhere near breaking free of their opponents.
Unless they quickly routed the enemy and escaped, once they were held in place, it would mean certain death for the dragon tribes present.
Tangsui let out a cold laugh. They had still been too impatient. After receiving the news from that fellow Tang Mingshang, he had unconsciously assumed this dragon army, surrounded and pursued, had become a pack of stray dogs.
Besides, the enemy's strength truly wasn't enough to threaten him. With that preconceived notion, Tangsui had let his guard down for a moment, and the enemy had seized their fleeting opportunity to wound him.