Qi Hao clutched his chest. Every breath tugged at his wound, and with each one his chest felt as if it were on fire. "What do we do now?"
"We'll be fine once those bats get here!" Zhang Xiaofan said quietly to the three of them, looking toward the "dark cloud" drifting their way.
"We're not moving? When the bats get here, we're not going to fight back? Just surrender?" Zeng Shushu asked Zhang Xiaofan, his heart in his throat.
"When the time comes, I'll tell you to run. Then hurry into the cave," Zhang Xiaofan replied.
Just as Qi Hao was about to say something more.
"Run!" Zhang Xiaofan sent a spell toward the swarm. The mass of Blood-Sucking Bats instantly swooped toward him, and standing between him and the bats was Luo Yunji, swaying unsteadily.
Hearing the cacophony of rumbling wings, Luo Yunji furrowed his brow. His eyes were bleary as he looked up at the giant bats diving toward him. He raised a hand and sent a gust of blue-white chill their way.
The bats at the front were all frozen solid and fell like dumplings dropping into a pot.
The four who had already run into the cave watched what was happening outside through a gap.
"Good heavens! Junior Brother Luo is this powerful?" Zeng Shushu stared in shock at the Blood-Sucking Bats frozen and tumbling from the sky.
Qi Hao rubbed his chest, privately counting his blessings. During the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, it had been fortunate that Little Fatty had fallen off the ring on his own. If he had been the one to knock him off, he might have ended up bedridden at the very least! Who would have thought the most terrifying disciple on Big Bamboo Peak was the one they'd