"It won't be a problem!" The black-robed man's pale bone claws lightly scraped against the armrest as he spoke indifferently.
A mere Bai Tiannan was not worth his notice.
Back on the Divine Path, among countless experts, Bai Tiannan had merely been a minor character.
Wujing nodded upon hearing this, harboring no doubts about the black-robed man's words.
Bone Spirit had also once been a legendary figure of the Witch Tribe, an exceptional prodigy of his generation.
He was also one of the people Wujing admired most.
Bone Spirit was very young, far younger than many of the experts present.
What made Bone Spirit terrifying was that he could no longer be called a martial artist, nor was he like any other living being.
That was because Bone Spirit had refined himself into an undead creature.
Like the skeletal warriors from the Dead Spirit Art, one of the Witch Tribe forbidden sorceries.
However, Bone Spirit's strength was utterly incomparable to those skeletal warriors; they could not be mentioned in the same breath.
"Since that is the case, let the True Demon Race hold back the Dragon Race while we devote all our strength to killing Su Mo!"
At that moment, a Witch Tribe expert at the Void God Second Transformation spoke loudly.
"Mm."
Bone Spirit nodded slightly, then fell silent, with no movement for a long while.
Seeing this, no one disturbed him. They knew that Bone Spirit was communicating with the Nine Yang Demon God through the spiritual marks they had left in each other.
A moment later, Bone Spirit rose to his feet. His thin frame, propped up by the black robe, appeared frail.
Beneath the pitch-black hood, two eerie green lights swept across the six Witch Tribe mighty experts as he declared, "Come with me, everyone. We