Upon seeing the Hundred-Child Mother-Child Yin-Baleful Ghost take shape amid flesh, blood, and resentment, radiating the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, Xia Dong's gaze sharpened. He did not hesitate in the slightest.
He knew all too well that if such an evil entity were allowed to slaughter freely within this narrow valley, none of the Eagle-Wolf Guard behind him would survive. Even Pei Hongling, who had only just revealed her strength, would surely perish here.
"Brother, you and Hongling lead the others in forming an array to protect yourselves!" Xia Dong transmitted through divine sense.
Immediately afterward, the immense martial blood and qi of the Mortal Transformation Realm within him erupted. Like a blazing sun ignited in the dead of night, it instantly drew the old shaman's and the enormous evil creature's full attention.
Xia Dong gripped the Rusty Chopping Knife tightly in his right hand and slapped his Storage Bag with his left. Several specially made blood talismans containing extremely yang blood turned into streaks of light and smashed fiercely toward the old shaman's face.
Boom! The blood talismans were stopped midair by dense yin-evil deathly qi, exploding into clusters of blinding crimson flames.
That provocative act thoroughly enraged the old shaman on the cliff wall.
"Ignorant brat, you're courting death!"
Seeing that he had firmly drawn the hatred onto himself, Xia Dong did not linger in battle.
The mana of Qi Refining Perfection within him surged madly as he pushed the Wind-Riding Technique to its limit. Without sparing any mana, he transformed into an afterimage barely visible to the naked eye and shot skyward like an arrow released from the bowstring, leading the old shaman and the Mother-Child Yin-Baleful Ghost straight toward the deeper miasma of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Once Xia Dong had lured away