The hurricane swept away the dense fog, and visibility cleared in an instant.
Only then did everyone see the monster's true form: two meters tall, gaunt and withered, it was nothing but a mummified corpse brought back from the dead.
Its eyeballs were larger than a normal person's, bloodshot and bulging from their sockets, horrifying to behold.
After his sneak attack failed, A Yi beat his thin wings and was about to retreat when the monster suddenly raised a hand and gripped the bone sword above its head.
Crack!
The hard bone sword was crushed and snapped in half.
A Yi let out a muffled groan and rapidly climbed higher, trying to widen the distance. He knew just how terrifying a Bewitching Demon's close-combat abilities were. At the Transcendent Stage, no profession could contend with a Bewitching Demon in melee combat.
At the Saint Realm, only swordsmen with fierce killing power and Fire Masters possessing Berserker skills could stand against a Fog Master. No one else could.
The mummy's two eyeballs rolled upward as it stared at the ever-rising A Yi. The hand holding half a bone spike gave a light flick.
A shrill whistle tore through the air.
The next second, the bone spike pierced through A Yi's abdomen and burst out through his back, tearing through his wing cases and thin wings and carrying out a large spray of dark green fluid.
Then, the mummy bent its knees and shot into the sky, intending to battle this Transcendence Realm Voodoo Master in the air.
But A Yi's wings had been damaged. He wobbled as he fell, and suspended in midair, he had nowhere to evade.
At the critical moment, Shatter the High Heavens, also a Voodoo Master, took out a filthy, foul-smelling robe and draped it over himself.