In an instant, a vast swath of two-colored lightning swallowed the Bone Corpse, and waves of force rolled outward.
Ning Hongsheng lightly swung the long saber in his hand. A thousand-zhang-long golden blade aura shot out, cleaving toward the lightning.
Rumble!
The lightning shattered and vanished without a trace. The Bone Corpse disappeared as well.
Li Bin and the others were not idle, either. They controlled Puppet Beasts and magic treasures, attacking the Bone Corpses that emerged.
Thunder roared without end as bolts of two-colored lightning shot out, striking the Bone Corpses.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, all the Bone Corpses had been killed, and the Blood-colored Space vanished. The surroundings changed before their eyes, and they abruptly returned to reality. By then, Jin'er and the others had disappeared as well.
Shi Yue's original aim had been to hold Ning Hongsheng back for a moment, giving them time to retreat.
Ning Hongsheng's expression darkened. Judging from the enemy's retreat, they had planned everything carefully—even their escape route.
He hurried into the Myriad Puppet Sect's mountain gate. Zhao Kangming rushed straight to Ning Hongsheng, his face filled with grief and indignation.
"Forefather, someone killed my grandfather. Martial Uncle Han went mad for some reason and conspired with outsiders, suddenly attacking my grandfather. Grandfather was caught off guard and fell victim to Martial Uncle Han. Before he died, he also killed one of the enemies and wounded Martial Uncle Han."
Ning Hongsheng's expression turned grim. He had rushed here hoping to save Zhao Ming and capture the invading enemies. Who would have thought Zhao Kangming would tell him Zhao Ming had already been killed?
Wasn't this a slap in the Ning Family's face? He had come as fast as he could, yet the enemy had held him up