Yu Dongbao and the others charged furiously at the Bone Falcons, taking advantage of the moment. Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed. He put away the Earthsplitter Saber, picked up the Fire Flood Dragon Bow with one hand, and shot at a tall, human-shaped rock on the ground.
The rock suddenly moved. A ring of gray haze rippled out and enveloped the Fire Flood Dragon Arrow. No longer able to stay concealed, the gray stone revealed a black-robed, humanoid ghost. Its skin clung tightly to its bones, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female. The black-robed ghost's bony fingers gripped a staff that looked like an old tree root, and its body was hunched over.
The ghost seemed to struggle to catch Lu Xiaotian's Fire Flood Dragon Arrow. It was knocked backward, crashing into the stone wall behind it before barely coming to a stop.
Just as Lu Xiaotian was about to press the attack, the black-robed ghost let out a strange, cackling laugh and turned into a wisp of smoke. When it appeared again, it was already riding the leading, ninth-rank Bone Falcon.
"Not bad, not bad. I never expected there to be such a formidable Golden Core cultivator among the human race. But you have the numbers on your side right now. When we get the chance, we can have a proper one-on-one spar." With that, amid the black-robed ghost's grating laughter, it prepared to escape, surrounded by several other Bone Falcons.
"You think you can fight when you want and leave when you want? Who do you think you are?" Huo Ying couldn't help speaking up when he saw how brazen the black-robed ghost was.
"That black gourd of yours is pretty good. But if not for that silver-haired cultivator, you three wouldn't necessarily have