Situation Takes a Turn

Ling Tian suddenly launched an attack. Under cover of the mist, he summoned the Four Zhuxian Arrows, keeping the Death Nether Wolf Spider boss outside the Teleportation Formation. Ling Tian's Devil Race bloodline awakened, and he also conjured the Buddha Image Phantom. Wielding his heavy halberd, he stood guard beside the formation.

The Death Nether Wolf Spider boss instantly understood. Though forced back, he saw what Ling Tian was worried about and ordered his two brothers to attack the Teleportation Formation Ling Tian was guarding with him.

Elsewhere, the seven or eight cultivators from other races reacted a little more slowly. They only came to their senses after hearing the Death Nether Wolf Spiders' howls. They, too, had received orders from their clans: they had to destroy the Teleportation Formation and make sure no one escaped. Seeing the man charge toward Ling Tian, they stopped sitting on the sidelines and hurried into action.

Even facing just three Spirit Division Stage Death Nether Wolf Spiders, Ling Tian felt immense pressure. If those seven or eight cultivators from other races joined in, there was no way he could stop them from destroying the formation. Yet he wasn't worried in the least. The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smile, as though everything were under his control.

The seven or eight cultivators were just about to move when the air suddenly shimmered. Several figures appeared, and a foreboding feeling had barely risen in their hearts when they felt a sharp pain. Then they lost consciousness forever.

"Xuan... Spirit... Bees!" one of the cultivators, the strongest among them, managed to utter as he died. Then he breathed his last, eyes still wide with disbelief.

The Mysterious Spirit Bee Race's assassination arts were second to none. They could even kill cultivators a whole