Before the two tall, sinister men from the Netherworld Demon Sect could react, the golden whip in Lu Xiaotian's hand lashed backward. Its body stretched like a spirit snake, as sharp as a blade, slicing through the swirling Ghostcry Sand.
In the blink of an eye, the golden whip, now shaped like a spirit snake, was before them. Its sharp tip stabbed forward, and the sinister man in front felt a pain in his chest. By the time he came to, the whip had already pierced through his back.
Boom! The wild, overbearing force surging from the golden whip made his body explode in a spray of blood.
After exchanging a blow with Lu Xiaotian, the broad-faced, lion-nosed elder knew he was no match. When he saw Lu Xiaotian kill one of his companions without missing a beat, then charge toward the Netherworld Demon Sect's flying warship, hesitation flashed across his face. With the silver-haired young man there, even if he made it aboard the Netherworld Demon Sect's ship, he wouldn't be able to help.
When he turned his attention to the Yellow Wind Sect, his scalp went numb. Two junior brothers from the Golden Brahma Sect had tried to fly to the Yellow Wind Sect's flying warship and bring the Spirit Stones over. Without exception, they'd been blasted to pieces by concentrated spirit cannon fire. Their storage bags were destroyed in the barrage, and the vast quantities of Spirit Stones were either obliterated by the cannons or fell toward the ground like rain.
The Golden Brahma Sect's two flying kite ships were utterly helpless against the assault of a single flying warship. The other ship could even spare a little attention to fire off a few shots. The defensive barrier around the flying kite ship was rapidly weakening. Even