Tuoba Hai was moving too fast. Neither the Phantom Rain Swordfall nor the Snow-Severing Thousand Moon Formation could even touch him. Lu Xiaotian had few chances to counterattack and couldn't afford to waste them. If one failed, he would be cutting off his own last path to survival.
But if Tuoba Hai kept attacking like this, Lu Xiaotian's death was only a matter of time. His heart sank. After all his painstaking cultivation, was this really where it would end?
Just as Lu Xiaotian was feeling disheartened, he suddenly heard Tuoba Hai grumble. His heart stirred. Could that humanoid ghost cultivator still be alive? Or was there another explanation? Most skeletal ghosts had a Spirit Root Bone. Though this humanoid ghost was rather unusual, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help holding on to a sliver of suspicion.
He sent out several Primordial Spirits to search, but the surroundings were empty. Aside from himself and Tuoba Hai, only scattered bones lay on the ground. There wasn't another soul in sight.
No, that wasn't right. After scanning the area, Lu Xiaotian suddenly spotted the two broken pieces of bone that Tuoba Hai had smashed. Somehow, they had joined back together behind a rock. The boulder happened to block Tuoba Hai's view. At first, Lu Xiaotian thought he'd seen wrong, but on closer inspection, he found a tiny crack running through the bone.
There was no mistake. This humanoid ghost really did have a few tricks. Even after its few Bone Falcons and its own body had been smashed into pieces and scattered everywhere, it still hadn't died. Yet Lu Xiaotian couldn't find the creature itself. Recalling his earlier battle against the humanoid ghost alongside Yu Dongbao and the others, he realized that the ghost had managed it through Purpleleaf Zhenwu.
A thought struck him.