Almost at the same moment Qing Li's figure vanished, another figure appeared before Lu Ye. Looking closely, he could not help feeling surprised.
Because the figure that appeared after Qing Li was actually a member of the Ghost Race.
Compared to many other races with forms similar to the Human Race, the Ghost Race's traits were unmistakable. Their exposed skin was covered in strange Ghost Patterns. Some of these patterns were innate, while others were cultivated later in life; they were not the same thing as ordinary tattoo patterns.
The Ghost Race has experts who use sabers too? Lu Ye was astonished.
Due to the Ghost Race's innate peculiarities, they possessed unparalleled talent in the path of Ghost Cultivators. It could be said that every member of the Ghost Race was a natural-born Ghost Cultivator. What they excelled at most was concealment and assassination. Facing enemies head-on like Weapon Cultivators was not their strength.
As Lu Ye considered this, the Ghost Race cultivator slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be Ghost Patterns branded within his pupils, making his gaze exceedingly strange.
He slowly drew his saber from its sheath and announced, "Netherworld, Ghost Race Yan Xi!"
The instant his words fell, man and saber became one. He transformed into saber light and slashed toward Lu Ye. The ferocity of his attack was not inferior to Qing Li's in the slightest.
Lu Ye hurriedly raised his saber to parry, but in the next instant, a scene that left him aghast unfolded. The saber light that had clearly been slashing at him seemed to take on a life of its own, curving around his counterattack and sweeping in from his side. The long saber in Lu Ye's hand instantly sank downward.
Had he not spent the past half year sparring against