Millions of high-level cultivators had Ling Tian surrounded on all sides. Their devastating arrow techniques were ready to fire, and all twelve Po Family Brothers were there. In their eyes, Ling Tian had no chance of escape. Watching his despicable performance, they couldn't help laughing.
Of course, even as they laughed, they were tightening the encirclement. They were ready to strike at any moment, determined to give Ling Tian no chance to flee or hide in Little Swallow's Small World.
Watching them close in and finally stop a hundred thousand zhang away, Ling Tian's lips curled into a smile. He muttered to himself, "Actually, I think you should have listened to Meng Du and Jiu Jie. After all, they know me better than you do."
"Heh, still spouting nonsense with death staring you in the face." Po Jia sneered, but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized what Ling Tian meant. His expression darkened. "Ling Tian, you—you mean...?!"
"Oh no, he must have left another corpse ghoul outside!" Po Mo cried. Then he hurriedly issued an order. "Quick, use your strongest attacks! Don't give him a chance to use that secret technique!"
At Po Mo's shout, the other Po Family Brothers finally realized what was happening too. Their expressions changed, and they hurriedly ordered their subordinates to attack. Meanwhile, they formed a battle formation and charged forward as fast as they could.
Watching energy arrows whistle through the sky toward him, Ling Tian's lips curled into a smile. With a thought, he unleashed a secret technique and vanished from where he stood.
Seeing Ling Tian disappear, the Po Family Brothers' faces turned ashen. Po Jun hurriedly ordered, "Anyone skilled in long-range vision techniques, find Ling Tian now! We absolutely can't let him out of our sight!"
As Po Jun