Under the cover of the mist, Ling Tian was like a demon, his heavy halberd whirling as he reaped the lives of Ten Thousand Swords Cliff disciples one after another. In less than half an incense stick, he had killed five or six of them. Only five or six remained, all staring around in utter terror, afraid Ling Tian would claim their lives the very next instant.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Watching the disciples of his sect die one after another, the Mahayana Stage expert was furious, yet helpless. His cultivation was high and he was fast, but in this mist, none of his advantages came into play. At best, he could barely protect himself.
"No, we have to dispel this mist first." The Mahayana Stage expert pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up. He ordered, "Anyone who knows water-based arts, use water mist to dispel it!"
Although Ten Thousand Swords Cliff mainly cultivated the Sword Embryo, its disciples also studied other arts. With so many disciples, there were naturally some who possessed Water Attribute spiritual energy. Of those remaining, two were proficient in water-based arts. At the order, they immediately formed hand seals, sending water-based techniques billowing out.
Ling Tian's Mist Jade Talisman had created a cloud of smoke. Now that water mist had soaked it, the smoke condensed, and the haze gradually cleared. They soon spotted Ling Tian.
"Brat, let's see how you escape today!" the Mahayana Stage expert shouted upon spotting him, racing toward Ling Tian like the wind. He was much faster than Ling Tian.
Seeing that they had found a way to counter his water mist, Ling Tian furrowed his brows slightly. *If I let Little Zhu out now, he could kill everyone from Ten Thousand Swords Cliff in an instant. But my