The Dagger Revealed

However, this ghost was riddled with arrows from head to toe, shot into the shape of a porcupine. Terrifying as it was, it also looked somewhat comical.

"This isn't right. This is a Soul Condensation Stage ghost!" Shen Luo's expression darkened. From their brief exchange just now, he immediately judged the strength of this ghost general.

Although his cultivation had advanced greatly and he had acquired several powerful Magical Artifacts and methods, he still did not dare claim that he could handle a Soul Condensation Stage ghost.

Fortunately, he was inside the Cloud-Drooping Formation. By combining the strength of all six people, they still had some confidence.

Just as Shen Luo was about to activate the Magic Formation and draw upon the Magic Power of the other five, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation in the air behind him. A warning flared in his heart.

He immediately bent forward on instinct and darted sideways, but a burning pain still shot through his shoulder. A streak of gray light flashed past, spraying blood into the air. It was the gray flying-wheel Magical Artifact wielded by the white-robed young man among the Five Friends of Mount Mang.

Immediately afterward, another streak of silver light shot toward him. It was the silver ring of the red-skirted young woman.

"You people!" Shen Luo roared. Without time for another word, he immediately urged the Azure Short Axe to block the silver ring.

With a deafening clang of metal striking metal, like a thunderclap exploding, his eardrums throbbed with pain. Silver treasure light flashed wildly and scattered in every direction within a radius of several dozen feet.

The Azure Short Axe had no power to resist upon colliding with it and was sent tumbling backward.

Shen Luo's body also shuddered violently. He staggered back several steps