After hearing Lady Jinling's words, Luo Yunji set down the Ice Bowl. With a light flick of his other hand, a Water Ribbon shot out toward the Mountain and River Fan tucked behind He Dazhi's neck. Once he had it, he took out the golden chair he had been sitting on earlier and plopped down comfortably.
He Dazhi and Zhang Xiaofan looked at Luo Yunji, guarded by two Yin Spirits at once, and exchanged helpless smiles.
The battle over there was nothing short of earth-shaking. The ground kept splitting open, fists and palms struck without pause, and spiritual energy surged everywhere, all proof of how perilous the fight was.
The number of filthy white skeletons kept growing, but most couldn't withstand a single blow from the Loose Cultivator. Even those that held up seemed ready to fall apart at any moment. As they walked, leaped, and attacked, their bones scraped together with a shrill sound that made one's teeth ache.
The Loose Cultivator seemed to use his whole body as a weapon. His fingertips, elbows, knees, palms... every part became a deadly weapon, leaving the Black-Robed Man struggling to keep up.
"Is that all you've got?" The Loose Cultivator suddenly stopped and looked at the Black-Robed Man, who was panting before him. Disdain and disappointment showed in his eyes.
"..." The Black-Robed Man wanted to say, "If you're so capable, let me finish casting my spell!" But then he realized that saying so would be admitting he was inferior.
"Let's end this!" The Loose Cultivator slowly clenched his fingers one by one, finally making a fist. He lowered his body into a bow-legged stance, drew his fist back to his abdomen, and gathered momentum. This would be his final strike; win or lose, he wouldn't attack again.
Feeling the wind