Yang Ling's expression darkened. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, his legs swept toward the four skeletons like lightning the moment they attacked him.
But his legs struck only air, passing straight through them.
Once Yang Ling's attack missed, the four skeletons seemed to become solid again, and their four broadswords slashed down on him in unison.
The broadswords struck with tremendous force, actually leaving four distinct wounds on Yang Ling.
They're White Bone Origin Spirits? Zhu Xiu?
Yang Ling abruptly put distance between himself and the four skeletons, his thoughts racing.
Their attacks were no simple matter. They felt much like Mou Sen's attacks to him.
That meant all four skeletons had strength exceeding a thousand.
Had he been an ordinary Upper Fifth Rank just now, his injuries would have been much worse.
The four skeletons seemed unwilling to give Yang Ling any breathing room. They abruptly sank underground, then appeared around him like phantoms, attacking his vital points.
This time, Yang Ling gave them no chance to hit him. He merely shifted one step and evaded all four skeletons' attacks.
But they reacted quickly too. The moment Yang Ling moved, their movements changed as well, following him like a venomous snake.
They can keep up with my movements. Their Mental Power must be considerable too.
Yang Ling pondered as he dodged, occasionally striking back.
But every counterattack missed.
Their timing in switching between solid and intangible was perfect.
These four skeleton Primordial Spirits are somewhat weaker than Mou Sen in a head-on fight, but working together and switching between solid and intangible, they'd give even Mou Sen a headache.
Just then, a slender skeleton emerged directly beneath Yang Ling, thrusting a sword at him.
Expressionless, Yang Ling activated **Near at Hand, Yet Worlds