Dropping the Ball Was Just a Ruse

Watching the Origami Ghost Birds swoop out of the black mist, my expression turned incomparably grave.

Each of these black-mist ghost birds, transformed from folded paper, was larger than a washbasin, with sharp beaks and claws.

If they pierced or clawed someone, they would tear flesh and skin apart.

The paper effigy craftsman truly lived up to his reputation. His methods were wicked and bizarre.

But if he thought he could deal with me using techniques and tricks like these, he was sorely mistaken.

"Caw, caw, caw..."

Crow-like cries rang out continuously as bone-chilling ghostly energy rushed at me.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen such ghost birds had flown from the black mist.

They formed a flock and surrounded me from every direction.

Facing the incoming black-mist ghost birds, I abruptly drew up a surge of true qi and raised my cultivation to its peak.

With a flick of my hand, I sent out several Evil-Suppressing Talismans.

A series of talisman explosions rang out—boom, boom, boom—as one black-mist ghost bird after another was blasted apart.

Meanwhile, the Peachwood Sword in my hand slashed without pause.

Sword-Strike Form...

Sword-Breaking Form...

Sword-Blocking Form...

Every strike landed on the Origami Ghost Birds. It was a one-sided slaughter.

Yet these ghost birds did not abandon their attacks. Trailing black mist behind them, they flew around me with cries of "Caw, caw, caw."

From time to time, they launched attacks at me from every direction.

If I let my guard down even slightly, I would pay a terrible price...

Just as I was fighting these ghost birds,

Pan Ling suddenly let out a scream behind me.

"Zhang Yuchen..."

Her cry was filled with terror, making everyone's heart clench.

I quickly swept my peripheral vision over.

I saw Zhang Yuchen more