Feng Jun had barely turned to leave when Qi Wushi shouted again, "Hold it! Please receive my move!"
Just then, Huangfu Wuxia cried out, "Stop!"
But she was a little too late. Qi Wushi shook the Azure Ghost Banner in his hand, and four black shadows materialized in the air—one large and three small—all pouncing toward Feng Jun.
Since Feng Jun had turned to leave, how could he possibly have let down his guard? His body flashed, and he had already rushed into his own territory.
Like a gale, he charged more than a hundred meters past the boundary marker before turning around. Forming a Thunder Formula with his hand, he sent a bolt of lightning crashing directly toward one of the black shadows.
That shadow was one of the three little ghosts, with Mid Qi Refining cultivation. This single strike made it vanish into smoke.
The next moment, the black shadow reappeared before the Azure Ghost Banner, but it had shrunk considerably, and its black color had faded until it was nearly invisible. Were it not for the reflection off the pure white snow, ordinary people truly would not have been able to see it.
Qi Wushi shook the long banner in his hand again and drew it back in, his face revealing no emotion.
Raising those Yin Ghosts was quite taxing for him. This Yin Ghost had suffered severe damage, and it would take five or six years to restore it.
Yet he did not feel any heartache. Or rather, he believed the price was worth it. His opponent excelled at Thunder Arts and possessed quite formidable cultivation. If one Yin Ghost being injured allowed the other three to close in, then this exchange was absolutely not a loss.
There was certainly a reason Dragon Wanderer had chosen