An Explanation Is Owed to Me

Yang Ling's expression darkened. It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head; as the four skeletons attacked him, his legs swept toward them like lightning.

Yet his legs struck only air, passing straight through their bodies.

Once Yang Ling's attack missed, the four skeletons seemed to regain physical form, and four sabers struck him in unison.

The sabers carried tremendous force, leaving four obvious wounds on Yang Ling's body.

"Are they White Bone Primordial Spirits? Zhu Xiu's?"

Yang Ling abruptly widened the distance between himself and the four skeletons, his mind racing.

Their attacks were far from simple. They felt roughly comparable to Mou Sen's attacks.

That meant all four skeletons possessed strength exceeding a thousand.

Had it been an ordinary Upper Fifth Grade Martial Artist just now, the injuries would have been far worse.

The four skeletons apparently had no intention of giving Yang Ling a chance to catch his breath. They suddenly sank into the ground, appearing around him like ghosts and attacking his vital points.

This time, Yang Ling gave them no opportunity to hit him. He merely shifted one step and evaded the attacks of the four skeletons.

But they reacted swiftly as well. The instant Yang Ling moved, their movements changed too, following him like venomous snakes.

"They can keep up with my movements. It seems their Mental Power isn't low either."

Yang Ling dodged as he pondered, occasionally striking back.

However, every one of his counterattacks missed.

Their timing in switching between tangible and intangible forms was flawless.

The frontal combat strength of these four skeleton primordial spirits is somewhat weaker than Mou Sen's, but when they join forces and alternate between real and unreal, even Mou Sen would have a headache if he encountered them.

At that moment,